Little Mo with the Gimpy Leg...

When I was in Spain in September, i hurt my leg, and it bothered me for months, couldn't dance or it would kill me...could only walk normally on the treadmill no bouncing whatsoever... I would wake up every night with this pain in my leg. Limped a lot, then before I left, I was stooping down and then standing up many times one day putting things in my suitcase on the floor. The next day the pain was unbearable. That was the day i had to go downtown to exchange dollars for euros. Getting in and out of the car was almost impossible. I was crying because it hurt so bad. I was walking like a sloth telling Anthony he had to get used to the for when i'm 90 years old, saying ow ow ow, ay ay ay all the way. Then i wondered how on earth I was going to get to Spain, there was no way i could cancel this trip, as this day, My Miguel's 50th birthday would never come again... so i had to go.

I had 2 suitcases, a computer bag and a purse I always take. one suitcase sent directly, the other onboard with me and the other two bags. I walked slowly, trying not to look limpy. (in fact Anthony took a video of me to send to his cousins, labeling it LITTLE MO WITH THE GIMPLY LEG (Home Alone) ..... anyway, i got there, slowly, i walked slowly.... i had to think of every step i took and made sure not to be too close to people in case they would push against me. I realized how our legs work, and you catch yourself with your prominent leg and when you are not using it correctly, the rest of your leg is working differently to pick up the slack. So my toes hurt, my hip hurt, my calf muscle and thigh muscle worked overtime etc etc. I walked like this the first day...slowly, couldn't even do what i needed before the big day.

Then the big day came.   His 50th birthday.   I put on the pretty dress i bought for the occasion......and heels....pretty black suede shoes with ankle straps and a low heel, like I absolutely love.... and when he arrived, I was so pretty....but i couldn't walk and just stood there after I came out of the surprise I had rigged for him. I limped toward him laughing, embarrassed because of my darn leg. He laughed.....and I then sat down, then he took one shoe off at a time, yeah...just like in the movies, as he looked deeply into my eyes... He was amazed by me and all I had done...for his day 

Then the next day, I wanted to look cute so I put on a cute dress, with my stockings with holes and designs and boots, so pretty, black suede and a heel... So, I walked like a turtle, slowly, to the place I have breakfast every morning and where I see him. but, it killed me getting back to the hotel. I wished I had taken flats.

Sunday went to his marathon and on Saturday had purchased a low pair of suede boots with a low heel that had a cute gold zipper on the back, low boots good for leggings and jeans, tucked in. cute cute... but I needed something with no heel and cute for the marathon. you know me. And I had no idea where i'd be walking and how far.

Each day it got better, then on Monday I went to the castle in Lorca with Joaquin and Yolanda........and there were stairs....omg, yes steep stairs, and many. Oh...and then the winded narrow staircase. I did ok, because I learned to place my foot, differently, and of couse everything was calculated to alleviate the pain. But I did it. There were a few times I over did it trying to hurry so I asked Joaquin to go in front so i could take my sweet time...

Then, something magical happened. On Tuesday I woke up and realized I had slept so good, I had not woken up to pain. It had stopped hurting. Magically!! I told My Miguel... and he said it was because I hadn't been thinking about it. Oh, but I had... because each step i took as I walked the streets of Murcia were thinking which foot had to go first, especially if there was a curb, or even a downward walkway which you'd think would be easier than a curb, it wasn't. The steps, i took slowly, thinking which foot had to go first...so heck yes, I was thinking about it. And even when I was with him, had to think of how i'd sit or move my leg.

So, Wednesday morning I woke up again realizing I had a night of wonderful sleep. this was the day before I left. I could sit on my knees, cross my legs, dance and walk with life in me. Just like I always have done.

I'm home now... no pain, sitting here on my chair legs crossed indianstyle... like i've always done, which i couldn't do since september. But...what this causes me to think is this...... is it all healed because I was saying all along that i hurt it in Spain and had to return to Spain for it to be healed? ... or was it becasue I was there, and at peace, and like he said, really not thinking about it unless I had to walk. Because when I was with him, it was the furthest thing from my mind unless i pulled a quick move...then there was a reminder, but nothing like Miami, nothing to cry about. Hmmm........ i'm going to say that it was because I said I said I had to return for it to heal... Oh, and that's not the only thing that was healed while I was there.....i just realized this morning my ear ache, is no longer and hasn't been around since before I left. Weird.

Our thoughts are so strong, they make us healthy or sick. They make us happy or sad. This to me is just another realization of that. I think I used my leg for other issues, and it didn't get better, till my mind got better..... yeah, kinda weird. But...it's how I put it all into perspective. Then faith comes in, if we truly believe, we can be healed.

If you are sick, really dig deep and think of a place you know you have to go to to be healed... and do everything in your power to get there. You'll be healed... just believe.