Monday, June 22, 2015

June 22

June 22, 2014. 

The day my world turned upside down.  The first of 83 days I would spend in either ICU, the burn unit or rehab.  The Drs. and nurses all marveled at how well I recovered.  I was able to go back to work a week after I came home; albeit part time.  My legs will never look "normal" again, but they've come a long way since last fall.  While I would never have wished for this to happen to me, there were positive things to come from it.  Meeting the incredible people who took care of me.  Seeing the outpouring of love and support from my friends and family.  Realizing that I am one tough cookie!

June 22, 2015. 

I'm not really sure how I feel about this being the "anniversary" of "that day".  Somehow I thought I would feel overwhelmed with sadness when I woke up this morning,  but to tell you the truth, I didn't even think about it until I was almost to work.  It's not consuming me like I thought it might.   I was hoping Erin would have the baby today, so we would have something to celebrate instead of mourning the day.  But that's just it - I'm not mourning.  Honestly, it kind of feels like just another day. Getting through this day without falling apart helps me see that I'm at the end.  Maybe I can put this whole ordeal behind me and move on.  Aside from the scars on my legs, (and maybe a healthy fear of grass fires) I don't need to think about it anymore.  And that, my friends, makes me a winner.  (Cue the Rocky theme music) 

So, with this chapter of my life closed, you won't have to read about it anymore! On to bigger and better subjects.  Like my new granddaughter, who will be here on Friday.  There will be a blog about her birth soon!