hippy ending

Though forearmed with the prior knowledge that surgery will no doubt have its trying periods, twas not enough to merit a smooth transition.  
Today started as one such trying day (and hopefully...one of a widely-spaced few!).

Upon hitting a trough when I roused this a.m., I felt the severe throbbing in my left hip and wept in silence. I will the pain to subside and tell myself it will pass. REALITY is a funny thing... I remain hopeful- tomorrow's another day.

It is this kind of a discomfort that lingers and wears me out.  I'm rendered helpless.  Unlike a nagging man I can walk away from... or a bad dream I can snap out of...  I take deep breaths and still myself.  I can't talk myself out of this pain.  I can't think of it as imagination.  Physical pain is really rather daunting, isn't it?
I wonder when all this ends... and at best, all I can do is trust that God is in the details and He will lead me to the next storyboard.  This excruciating pain will one day simply become a dull ache that will be lulling me to sleep in no time. I repeat-  I trust that He is in all the details.  Life couldn't have jolted  me at a better time.

Life couldn't have jolted me at a worse time.

   Having my injury has made me realise that, well, hips don't lie and that my hip was meant to be enjoined to another's at some stage in this lifetime.

It is true, up till recently, the grand plan had been to be the penultimate singleton, losing only to George Clooney... but ultimately, I'd say God had other plans- hence the divine wake-up call.

Hip-hip hurry!