I had one of those today. It happened during my morning workout while doing push-ups. Yes, doing push-ups! The reason that is so miraculous is not that the feeling accompanied exercise, but that I was actually placing all of my weight on my hands without too much pain.
December 5, 2011
Oops! Bye,bye, little car. Hello, broken hand. Three metacarpals of my left hand (fortunately my left) that required surgery. Just call me Jamie Sommers. Yep, bionic woman beeping at the airport. (Now you know that I have a good excuse for all of those UFO's.)
Pretty cool, huh? An awesome doctor, 20 screws, four plates, a couple of nice scars, and hundreds of hours of therapy later...I can do push-ups!! And crochet! And carry a bag of groceries! And do my hair! And pick up my little boy! And fold laundry! And type! And open a jar! And cut with a knife! And push a shopping cart straight!
The human body is an amazing gift--I am exceedingly grateful for healing, for two hands, talented medical folks, friends who helped me wrap presents, drive places, and cook.
So many amazing lessons and blessings came from this accident! Indeed--very, very grateful!