It seems as if I am hitting a rough patch this morning. I am beginning to feel frustrated and sad at the same time. It just doesn't seem fair. As I sit at my computer, holding back tears, I wonder what I could have done wrong to end up back in this situation, 3 small children to care for on crutches. Up until now, my mom has been here and has been doing pretty much everything. She went home today and I am feeling extremely overwhelmed. I am using 2 crutches for the most part, I am able to get around the house a little bit on one crutch, but the pain in my ITB gets worse when I do this, so I know it is not a good idea. Jk wants me to take him to school, L is concerned about how I am going to dance with her at her school Chanuka party next week, and Zk just wants me to hold him.
I know this is temporary. I have been here before. I am almost positive that I can read back to another post and I will have written the same thing at around this point post-op. It is just so hard to have to rely on others for just about everything.
If I continue to mope, I start to wonder why I was destined to have 4 surgeries, in less than 3 years? I try to be positive, I guess this is not the worst thing to have. It is not life threatening, more of an inconvenience. But as I am living with the reality of it, it is hard to be positive. And just like in the past, I know that this too shall pass.