…I stepped badly, slipped, and broke my ankle to smithereens.
It has not been an easy journey. Some nights I still have trouble sleeping from pain or discomfort, but these days there is less PAIN and it is more appropriately categorized as “discomfort.” I still hurt but semantics count when I’m searching for signs of progress.
More and more, I am seeing a light at the end of the tunnel — and I no longer am convinced it is the light of an oncoming train.
Spokalulu 