I am CRYING from the support and awesome words all y’all have sent to my inbox or commented on the toe-touch post.
I haven’t touched my toes since before the accident.
The accident was on December 11, 1991.
I had been 18 for 8 days. I’m 40 now.
I used to do a full stretch program before mounting my horse. feet together, palms flat on floor. I needed a relaxed lower back, relaxed hips and pelvis, firm core. Stretching (yoga style) gave me all of that and more.
Counting today, I had not touched my toes in:
22 years, 2 months and 18 days (including Leap Years.)
I am forty and can TOUCH MY TOES.
I CAN TOUCH MY TOES WITH FOUR FUSED VERTEBRAE AND FIVE POUNDS OF METAL IN MY SPINAL COLUMN.
And yes, my doves, I shall keep trying to punch holes in the floor. Right before I resume punching holes in the sky.
PS: I was wearing my carolcorpsyarnbrigade lovingly crafted fingerless gloves when my fingers brushed my toes.
That dinosaur was punched, ladies and gents. Now it’s time to find another, and another. And then there will be more.
I AM CAPTAIN MARVEL. No TBI, no spinal fusion, no physical injury can stop me as long as I have her - and the rest of you amazing, wonderful and beautiful people.
PPS to Kelly Sue: I call my physical therapy my “Captain Marvel Lessons” because it motivates me to keep going, keep trying, keep punching holes and reaching for stars. I just never realized the stars I wanted to grab would be on the floor and not in the sky. I guess it doesn’t matter. They were always out of reach either way.
Until today. I can grab those stars. Just you wait and see. Even if it’s just my fingertips touching the ground in front of my toes or at the sides of my feet, I have stars to reach for.
And by Odin, I wall grab those little bastards and never let go.
Congratulations, Deb. Keep reaching for those stars, wherever you may find them.