I’m not going to write some big long empowering speech this year. Truth is, it’s been challenging. I know I can exceed every one of life’s expectation and glide over each hurdle with practiced ease. It just takes a little convincing.
This year, I decided to do a photo essay. Because why not? I like pictures.
This is me, shortly after the accident, taken at Foothills Hospital. The bruises on my arms were the least of my problems. My body was bloated and broken. I don’t know that I smiled for more than a few seconds for each of these photos, and the second one I definitely look like the morphine is working.
Weeks later, I’m back in Medicine Hat Hospital and at least I am a shadow of me. I can sit up now (yay!) and have begun the long, long process to walking again. The collection of well wishes I received just kept growing; the cards, love, and the support was unbelievable.
I’m out and about! Trips to Tims in the mornings were somewhat of a routine for Mum and I. However this was also the time they told me that I had gotten the bad touch while in the hospital, and I was yellow-jacketed with an infectious diseases protocol (my second infection of 3 they gave me – huzzah!) Luckily, the OT and PT were super chill, and didn’t mind wearing the yellow coats and gloves 2x a day while I pushed myself to get stronger.
The OT made me a sign – he started me calling me “Iron Woman” because of my refusal to give up and my stubborn ability to heal myself. It stuck, and my room was soon graffitied with it.And there were some good times – my home support group had a good laugh dressing in their yellow coats (yes, that’s MiniSir in the front). I accepted his proposal of marriage not long after that, while in the exact position I am in the photo. They smuggled me out of the hospital for a day to take me to lunch and shopping for a new chair for home. And MiniSir smuggled in a bottle of wine so we could celebrate our first year together.
And then the boots came off, and in short order, I was walking by myself! MiniSir thought it was entirely clever to purchase the “Every Day I’m Shuffling” shirt for me, but I didn’t mind; I was shuffling every day, and I liked it! You can also see just how different my skeleton looks now in that last photo – funny what getting run over can do to your body.
6 years down the road, I’ve gained weight, perspective, a husband, a son, a new job, and a whole bucket full of other health issues. But I am who I am because of this whole ordeal:
I am Iron Woman.