This last week the fence in our blew over in the strong winds. On Friday night we had to dig up the old fence post that was attached to a ton of concrete so we could re do the post and pour new concrete. Jon and I spent over an hour digging up the old concrete. Well really Jon did most of the digging and I just helped as much as I could. We ended up having to enlist the neighbor's help (Thanks Brad!) and then pull the big chunk of concrete out with the truck.
So fast forward to Sunday. I can barley move my arm much the less lift anything without throbbing pain through my arm and chest. I feel like someone smacked me with an open hand right above my chest. From all the surgeries and the reconstruction I have been through my pec muscle and the tendon or whatever it is in your armpit that connects your pec muscle with your arm have never been the same. That tendon sicks out of my pec and armpit like a rubber band. Even after all the endless physical therapy that I have done, it still hurts whenever I do anything physical with that area. Whenever we ride the four wheelers in the summer it is always a few hours and then I am done for the day. I guess I need to be doing something more regular as far as strength training, but dang it hurts.
It amazes me how much my body has been through and still seems to work fairly well for the most part. It's painful days like this that remind me that I am not the same person I used to be. I cannot do whatever I want without expecting to pay for it the next day, or for days later in this case. I cannot go out and swing on the monkey bars with my kids. I cannot do heavy lifting.
I can take lots of advil though and I can enjoy spending another Mother's day with my family.
And it is worth it. Everyday it's worth it. I am lucky to be here.
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