Waiting is hard, but not always the hardest part

Waiting. Not many people like waiting. In the waiting room of the local urgent care center I longed to think of anything other than my aching and bleeding finger. I had nearly cut my fingertip off more than an hour previously. While waiting, I didn't want to think about the drive to get medical attention when my truck broke down and I had to walk the rest of the way (only a half a mile or so, but with the frustration of my sliced digit and distress of unknown trouble with my beloved vehicle, the walk got to me with each step).

Nervously waiting, I mentally recounted trips to the doctor or hospital throughout my life. I'm very fortunate. I have not had much in the way of injury or illness. On further review, I found this may well be my first non-sports or exercise related injury, ever. The realization didn't lessen the pain or mental anguish of having cut myself.

I write this some days later. The effects of the injury are tiresome. I don't have any pain really. Problems stem from daily routines. It's very difficult to do much in the garden, or housework. And exercise, well there's a story unto its own. I was in the final stretch of the Asylum/P90X Hybrid program. Though I wanted very badly to continue, I opted for a less strenuous exercise plan until the finger heals. Truthfully, on the day of the injury I came close to tears. I had just gotten into the grove of the hybrid program and was seeing grand results.

I'll keep the complaining to a minimum. I'm well aware it could have been much worse. Best of all and most mercifully, the waiting is long over.

Tom