Cellulitis

My foot 3 days after the ER trip.  Sexy... I know.

A few weeks ago I cut my ankle while shaving.  I slapped on a bandaid and continued with life.  A week and a half later... it had become infected and spread all down my foot.  Walking became impossible.  Turns out cellulitis can be scary if it's not taken care of.  After a trip to the ER, lots of medication, meals from friends and almost 4 days doing nothing but sitting on my couch... it is getting better.  :) 

Here's the good stuff:

I love to clean my house.  I don't always love to clean my house, but when I literally couldn't do it and had to sit and watch it deteriorate for a few days, I realized what a happy thing it is to be able to cook and clean for my family.

Every so often I have an experience like this in which I am forced to accept the help of friends and neighbors.  It always puts me in a position where I realize that I need to get outside of myself and my little world more often to see who needs help around me.  Surely I can do more to lighten someone's load like someone did for me.


I have sweet good kids who I appreciate more this week than I did last.  They were so willing to run errands for me and pick up when I asked them to.  Perfect... no.  But good... yes siree!

Aaron.  He is great.  Always great.  Always kind.  When it all happened, I was so worried that he'd be upset about the expensive trip to the ER.  Wrong.  He was upset, but it was for very different reasons and I'm so glad to feel so loved. 

Thanks everyone.