Falling Off

Finally I am feeling better from my fall last weekend. I had fallen off my bike and attempted to catch myself with my right hand. my right knee was scraped and bloodied while my hand took the weight and force of my body and believe me it's alot of weight for my wrist/hand to withstand. I went to see the doctor and they put me in a brace.
Wearing the brace which covers my wrist almost all the way to my elbow has been difficult and painful. It has caused my upper arm to swell and the pain has been excruciating. I cried myself to sleep because I could not lift my arm not even to pull the covers over me. My ppor pug just whimpered as he watched me in agony. According to the doctor I do not have a fracture but possibly ligament damage. I am taking lots and lots of ibuprofin since I turned down other pain medication. Today I can lift my arm. I was even able to turn a doorknob and turn the ignition on my truck. I obviously had taken for granted all the things that I do on a daily basis. My knee is healing as well so I am ready to mount that bike again and show it who its momma is. If you see me on my bike this weekend in the hill country and you wave and I don't wave back don't take it personal I just won't take the risk of taking my hands off the handle bars. Just don't honk cause then I will end up as your hood ornament. I have been told several things this week about my accident which I want to share with you and they are as follows. "I hope you learned your lesson", "you need to get rid of that bike", "you shouldn't ride out there by yourself" and so on and so on. Yet all our lives we have heard people tell us "if you fall off your bike just shake yourself off and get back on it". While I appreciate people's concern I am reminded that we give up so easily. There is a time and a place for everything. I have been told to get over it and shake it off when people learned of the abuse I experienced in my past. What I did instead is I faced my abuse and used it to help myself heal from it. As a result I touched others lives with my pain and it opened up the gates allowing others to begin their own healing. When I faced my relative who sexually abused me as a child it changed my life. I do not regret it because it was something that had to happen. I think about that day often. I had a voice recorder on me that day because I had a bad feeling about our meeting and I have only allowed two people in my life to listen to it. The two people who I trusted the most in my life who held that bike so I could get back on it. Nowadays I just walk next to that bike while holding it and guiding it in whatever direction it wants to go in. The advocacy continues through each and everyone of you. This weekend I will get back on my bike and let the voices in the hills and the whispers of the stars guide me and if I fall again I will dust myself off and get back on.