And I can get on with what is to come. And I can get back in shape, and pick up a tennis racket, and buy some tap shoes, and use my hula hoop, and go on walks, and sit on bleachers, and sew, and wake board, and hit infield to the boy, and be Mother Ginger, and grocery shop, and roll over in bed all without the pain and the numb foot and generally wanting to cry at the end of the day.
I hope you learn a few valuable lessons from my foolishness. In case you don't, I will spell it out for you.
1) Go ahead and fall. If I would have fallen and broken a bone, I would have been better 16 months ago. 2)If it hurts, don't ignore it. Sometimes pain doesn't go away. Time does NOT heal all wounds.