My follow up will be with a surgeon next Monday. This is not my first choice, since I really want to go back to Tim, the PA/marathoner/Ironman/All Around Awesome Guy, but he's on vacation starting today for 10 days and my head would explode if I had to wait that long to get the results. From there, probably surgery and PT out the patootee.
When I got home today (we had an early release.... Again..... Because of snow..... Yes..... More snow... We're thrilled... Really...) there were two pieces of mail that were of interest to me. One was this:
|Paperwork from the Worker's Comp company. Dig the Evil Corp. name: Primex3. For REAL. Also, in case you were interested in stealing my identity, I've made it a teeny bit harder with my mad Microsoft Paint skills. I know you wanna be me....|
Okay. So the AMAAAAAZING things I got in the mail were from the daughters of my Pay It 40-ward teammate, Kim. Shelby is 9 and Phoebe (YES! She has a munchkin named Phoebe!!) is 6. They have watched their Mama evolve into a serious BAMR over the last couple of years and have, by association, been following my Pay it 40-ward drama as well. Kim reports that when she read my post about the injury, it actually made her cry and the girls were wondering what was wrong. When she told them, they went right to their craft table to create these bracelets and cards. How supremely amazing is that?! I told Kim "Now I know how it might feel to have daughters!"
|Dory. Being bestowed this gem is meaningful because, well, "just keep swimming!" is a great motto for me right now AND she is a precious commodity to Kim's girls! Wow.|
|From Shelby: "Feel better soon! I know you work really hard!!" (I am "Big Phoebe" How cool is that?)|
|From Phoebe: "Get well soon Big Phoebe!" (Note the hearts on the exclamation points and the "40 miles" finisher's medal.)|