Today is St. Patty's Day and I am looking back at this past year. Wow. I must have a bit of Irish in me, because I have survived 2020 and the many things that came my way. Despite the long break from the blog, I am feeling compelled to write yet another post. You see, an old friend of mine, Mike Agneta, reminded me that there is joy in writing and remembering those adventures in life. Whether it's good or not so good, you are on a journey. It is up to you what you do with the hand that is dealt to you. So, here I am. Green shoes and all. Because I did have a bit of Irish luck and God's blessings upon me this past year. Now, let's get this story rolling..
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Through many prayers and support of family, friends and doctors, we have much to be grateful for. My husband had a heart attack last February and upon finding him falling over the side of the bed, I was able to catch him... sort of... after he hit his head on the night stand. Sorry, hun. 911 was called again. This was the second visit that night from the paramedics, after the first crew passed him off as being ok. Obviously, he wasn't!!! Ughhh... So, a heart stent was put in and a week later he was home.
I couldn't let him get all of the attention. He was finally feeling stronger than ever with that new stent. Then, I call him as I am shaking like a leaf after being hit in an intersection. Everyone walked away from the car accident, so that is the most important thing. Someone was watching over me that day. Many months of chiropractic visits and physical therapy was done. Oh, February 2020. All we can say is that we came out of it alive. We don't want to miss those grandkids hugs and kisses, ya know?
Things happen in threes. A dog bit me on my upper leg two weeks after the car accident. Of course, it had to be the same side that was black and blue already. I was not entering any beauty pageant! Then, March 2020 brought us the news of COVID 19 and the pandemic began... Get out the masks!!!
Yes, I was finally able to do some limited fishing and my back was finally feeling better by my birthday at the end of August. It seemed like that I was doing more sitting than fishing the other times out. I had a banner day to celebrate! The bottom left pic is that epic day of cutthroats. It is true, back injuries take time to heal and sometimes they never go away. It is what it is. If you need to borrow a heating pad or an ice pack, I've got em!
By the end of the year, we were feeling very fortunate to have escaped Covid anyway... Oh wait. Sorry. Did you ask me what I got for Christmas in 2020? Hahahaha. COVID 19!!! Just a few days before, I tested positive. I landed in the hospital for a few days. All of the refrigerator was full of Christmas dinner and no one to share it with. We were now quarantined. Then, I gave it to my poor hubby who we had tried to protect all year. As expected, he got deathly ill with it because of all of his health history and was in the hospital for a week. Oh, what fun!!! But, again we were blessed and came out of it shaking our heads on how this virus affects people differently. We now await for our vaccine next Saturday and feel incredibly grateful for our recovery from everything 2020. =}
2021? Well it started out like this...
Haha!!! This was at the end of January. Arthritis of the thumb.
Next month, if all goes well... You will see me back on the water. I have a lot of making up to do!
So how was your year???
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