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Recovery Room

I am currently recovering from an injury which, while it is not the worst thing I have ever been through in my life, is absolutely no fun. It will take a long time to heal. I am fortunate in that I am living at a time when medical technology is at its high-point, and is well able to deal with the sort of muscle injury that I had received. If all of the recommendations and plans of the new Obama Health Plan are to be read and believed, then its fortunate that I had this surgery now, albeit paying for my own insurance and deductibles. For, under a very socialized, regulated plan where participants, like my insurance company would be forced to follow certain guidelines impacting my age group, it is a question, to me at least, as to whether I would have been a candidate for this surgery. You see, the surgery wasn’t absolutely necessary, and I could have lived my life with considerably depleted strength in my arm, and reduced use, but I could have done it.

This brings me to an even more important question. Why is it that we want to be healthy? Why is it that we want to have all of our parts functioning as well as can be? I will submit, that if you are a person who has a family, it is so you can continue to serve your family in the ways that they need, to provide for them, to do the tasks that keep the household functioning. I remember many years ago falling off of a scaffold and landing on my back; while laying there, scared to try to move my fingers, I prayed, “Please God, let me be okay, I have three little children.”
A couple of days ago, a fan at a Rangers Game in Arlington, Texas reached for a ball and flipped out of the stands. He was injured, but conscious when he told the paramedics to please get his little son who was still up in the stands. Sadly, the man died on the way to the hospital.
Something in our minds shifts its focus when we become parents from an internal statement of, “This is My World.” to “This Is Our World.” An internal photograph of ourselves is replaced by a family photo, in the healthiest of circumstances. Sometimes that doesn’t seem to happen. Sometimes, we have mothers or fathers who lose sight of that internal image. Sometimes this happens to the great detriment of the other family members.
About 10 days before I tore the muscle in my arm, I was putting up a cabinet in the basement that my wife had wanted. I started the project singing and talking to myself in various cartoon voices. (Okay, you have your little idiosyncrasies, I have mine.) After about 3 hours I wasn’t singing or having a good time. I was cussing, yelling, and even getting mad at God for not helping me find a screwdriver or something. At the end of the project I told my wife, “Don’t ever ask me to do anything like this again. I don’t want to do it. If you need something done, just don’t ask me.” My diatribe was even longer, with justifications, but that’s the short version. About a week later I was sitting with my arm in a sling watching my wife and daughter trying to put a window back on track that had come out of its guides. In the Old Days I would have rolled up my sleeves and said something like, “Get out of the way,” and proceeded to fix the window. With my arm all bandaged I had resorted to pointing at different mechanisms on the side of the window, saying, “Put it, there… No! No! To the left! Up a little!” Finally they looked at me, and I believe one of them thought out real loudly, “Don’t you have a book to read, or something?” It’s a drag not being able to help your family.
Don’t lose sight of that internal picture, even if it gets a little old and curled at the edges, even if you can’t quite be the person you feel you need to be. This is where prayer absolutely comes in. If you are accustomed to using it, do it even more. If not, then discover it. You will once again become powerful and strong, more than you had ever imagined.

Copyright July 10, 2012 by John P. Schumake


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