Moved out to Grand Junction. The first 2 weeks were great. I fell in love with my new home.
Then catastrophe happened. I fell out of our moving truck. Broke my femur. A nightmare began. If only I could recall those 5 minutes of careless thinking.
Hospital – dark dark dark. Recovering now for 2 + months. Still no weight on my leg. Trying to build bone. Hopefully I will be able to start the long process of recovery soon. My dreams have been dashed. My emotions are out of control. I find myself in deep despair most days. Wondering what if, what will my next day(s) look like? Will I ever be whole again?
I am an invalid.
Dark, depressed. Despair.