Over the years of dealing with my assorted physical disabilities I have come to the conclusion that I can deal with life in 2 different ways. The first way is to be a miserable, nasty person who despises the world and hates life. The other option was to live the best life I can and use love of life and humor to conquer anything that comes along in my life. Of course I chose the first and you can all go screw off..hehe...Only kidding of course.
If my humor ever came in handy, it was while I was fighting the infection in my left foot..hey.."My Left Foot" good name for a movie...lol. Anyway, I was actually very luck because I had no feeling in my legs before they started with seven surgeries over a year and a half. Here I was with foot wounds that made all my nurses cringe, and I felt nothing. When it came to the time when there was no doubt that I would have to have an amputation, I realised, What's the difference, a sick foot that I couldn't feel or a healthy prosthetic. It was an easy choice.
The night before the amputation was scary..I was actually mourning for my foot. Going through my foots whole life history in my head. Thinking about stupid things like I can't play 10 little piggies any more. I know this sounds stupid, but these are the things I thought. After the surgery, I think I slept for 3 days. I'll never forget one of the first times my Mom came to visit me. I made a joke about my leg and she just got a look of horror on her face..Then we all just laughed. Laughter is pure medicine. It took 3 weeks of healing before I could get my prosthetic.
Now we named the prosthetic "Falafel" One of my friends had sent me a nice but silly card that said "I hope you don't" and a picture of a bowl of falafel...I looked at the card for 3 days before I got the joke.. I hope you don't "FEEL AWFUL" lol
I got used to my prosthetic fairly quickly, Hey I couldn't feel my leg before so there was not much difference. Then the funny stuff happens. At least 5 times my doctors have tried to find my pulse and check for swelling in my fake leg. On Halloween, my nephews want to use my leg to collect their candy in. Sometimes when my leg is across the room and it falls, I will say "ouch" I also feel that since I had my leg for 38 years of my life, that I should be able to deduct a few years from my age since it's now gone..So technically, I want 3 years deducted. I do have one question...If I take my leg in my hands and hit my brother with it, Did I kick him? Just wondering.
Ok enough of that..I said humor helps, I didn't say it was good humor. Kathy an I are helping Papa get ready for the Passover holiday. A fun time. Papa's birthday is coming up soon too.
Sorry this blog is a bit disjointed,
Be springy, be colorful, Be Superb
R
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