I am not full of grace. Well, God's grace is what I try to be full of, but physical grace is something that can allude me. Take this summer for instance.
My left leg was swollen under the knee, and where the graft for my ACL hamstring endobutton reconstruction had gone on. It was suspiciously close to where the staples are and I had a concern about hardware rejection. (Mom had that, so it was of concern.) A coworker who is also a massage therapist yelled at me for the way I was sitting (leg up under me) and after I stopped that, the leg gradually got better.
Then came September.
I had a want for ice cream and only in a fashion that I could manage, I got my leg closed in the freezer door at the grocery-- at the exact same place I had been having problems. It swelled. It bruised. It hurt like no tomorrow. I was convinced I made it angry. It agreed when we went to Washington DC and my leg hurt so bad that I felt like it was going to explode. I came home and made an appointment to go to the orthopedic surgeon. Then like a car with a noise, my leg started feeling better.
Wouldn't it figure?
I still had a knot. A goose egg-like knot where the freezer door shut. Lumps and me don't get along. They are a mystery that freak me out.
This past Thursday I went to the ortho guy. He was delightful. I was there for 2 hours and after all of that, I find that the freezer door closed right on the area of my bone that had been drilled for the graft to feed through. I may have also nicked the corner of one of those staples.
No surgery needed! Hooray! I do have a lump. A good sized lump that will be with me for a while. He told me, "Well, I could go in if you want and remove it."
"If you aren't chomping at the bit to go digging around in my knee and tell me I'm fine, I'm good with it."
A $30 copay and an intensive bruising that will go away with time. Yup. Takes talent for sure. :S