It is an old story, this irresistible and ceaseless onflow of life and time; time always scattering the flowers of life with a lavish hand along its course... ~Hamilton Wright Mabie (1846–1916)Last Sunday was a beautiful day! The sun was out. My windows were open. Sounds of my grandson, Jordan, and his dog, Charlie, playing echoed within my office. Looking out, I saw the three-year-old swinging on his tire swing with Charlie running around him. My husband walked out onto the back porch. Immediately, Jordan became his shadow. I watched as long as I could. The little one never faltered in his steps beside his papa, raking, picking up sticks and digging a new vegetable garden. It made my heart swell.
I love my family.
There is nothing like family. Moreover, I have been blessed.
Yes, I am being sentimental today, especially emotional.
My life has taken a turn I didn't expect. I have mentioned, but haven't gone into detail about my hand. I'm not going to go into specifics, but the bottom line is that my hand was hurt in an accident at work. It wasn't my fault, but with workers comp cases, fault doesn't matter. My hand was kinda crushed. I had to have one of my small bones removed. I have had two neuromas and an undiagnosed ligament tear. My thumb has also been operated on...I've had three surgeries.
Because of my injury, I haven't been able to work. With this last surgery, I have hopes of finally recovering. My doctor said that my recovery is going to be three to four months. At the time, I was given the choice of having two surgeries or one long surgery to address my hand issues. I choose to do the one surgery for only one reason—to get back to work.
The surgery seems to have gone well...except now I don't have a job to go back to. The day after my surgery, work called, not to ask me how I was doing, but to let me go. Now, this is legal because I'm not able to perform my duties at this moment...no matter that it is their fault I can't...no matter I have done all I can to return.
It just doesn't feel right, but its legal.
So now I have to recover with the knowledge that I don't have a job to return to.
I feel betrayed, but now I have to focus on what I can control.
My husband says there is a reason for everything. I just have to figure out what my path is now.
I'm determined I will.
I, also, know I'm not the only one this happened to. I'm not writing this to get sympathy. I just find it therapeutic to write about it. Writing releases my frustration, even if I have to do it one-handed like I'm doing now. If anyone else has gone through this, I'm sure they will understand. Feel free to share your story. I will be happy to listen.
Have a wonderful day.
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