Everything was ready. Another therapist would be seeing my clients. My surgeon was confident. I was excited that I would be walking within two to four weeks without limping or pain in the knee. On May 25, 2012 my life changed. Rather than a simple meniscus repair my “hoffa pad” had to be trimmed down due to impingement. I was one of the few who had nerve disruption and an increase in swelling due to my body’s reaction to the anti-inflammatory. I had lost control of my days and life. This has been a long year of physical therapy, acupressure, stretching and icing. Sometimes I managed this ordeal with grace. Other times I slipped into discouragement. But quitting was not an option.
Many times when I work with families I help them develop hand signals to slow or stop a heated discussion. This way everyone has the potential of gaining control of their words. During one of these sessions I reached over and poked a father in the shoulder to stop engaging in a verbal battle. The son turned to me and said, “You just Cesared my dad.” Of course I googled who Cesar was and discovered, “The Dog Whisperer.”
Over the years I have seen many children and teens of divorced parents. I have observed that many times the divorce does not stop the parental fights. In the chaos of the divorce many parents forget that the primary concern is now their children. So I have decided to share what many kids want you to know.
It happened again! Somehow my blog for January just disappeared. Poof it is out there somewhere floating on the super highway called the Internet. Did I do what my 24 year old said to do and back it up? Nope, I did not. Did I write it in a document first and then transfer it over here? Ummm, NO! Why am I discussing this on my blog? It is quite simple really I am having a grief reaction. That’s right, I am grieving the loss of something. We all do this several times a day with the loss of our keys, missing an appointment, being put down or maybe the loss of a pet, a dream, or bigger still the death of someone we loved.
Around the holidays there is a certain buzz in the air. Anticipation is building. You can feel the energy when you are out and about. Some of this energy is stress. If you have children there is extra stress attending their programs, trying to stay on schedule and wanting to give them them the “perfect Christmas” while you are juggling work, office parties, friends parties (insert anything else here). While all this activity can be wonderful I wonder about the purpose.