Perspective Comes When You Least Expect It

I had my hand x-rayed yesterday during my lunch hour at Urgent Care. Ever since I fell on it during a fun roller skating session on Saturday, it has bruised and gotten extremely sore.  I'm able to type but when I try to grip the steering wheel or pick up a pan, it is very painful.  The doctor said it's not broken but because I'm not just sitting and letting it heal, typing and other uses will cause it to take longer to heal. It's just a sprain.  Whew, it hurts! Wah, wah, wah.

So, I doubt I'll ever be roller skating again. I can't afford to lose use of my hands nor do I want to be injured. There are just some things that should be left to younger people. And let's face it ~ I'm getting older.  I don't really like the idea of getting older but the prospect of not getting older is even less appealing.

We visited a friend in the hospital last night. He's 60 and dying from lung cancer. He said he's obsessed with the cancer, it's all he thinks about now.  I thought about that last night when I was laying my head down.  I'm so grateful for my health today, more so when I see others suffering.  My hand doesn't hurt nearly as bad.