My husband Jerry and I were sitting in one of our favorite Mexican restaurants carefully surveying the menu—even though we knew that we would order the same thing we always order at that particular restaurant.
All of a sudden, I blurted out, “I think I’m going to cry.”
“Why?” Jerry asked, looking puzzled.
“Because,” I explained, “I was stuck at home for three months with a broken leg and now I can go out to eat.”
I am making good progress and my shattered femur is healing—although I am still walking with a cane and going to outpatient rehabilitation.
I will be so happy when my leg is healed, and I wish I had never broken my leg. However, this experience has given me a renewed appreciation for simple pleasures—such as going out to dinner with my husband.
–Joy