Thanks to my orthopedic doctor, Alexander Collins, my Physical Therapist, Whitney Johnson, and my wife, Joyce helping me at home, I’m on the road to recovery. Continue reading Physical Therapy for My Shoulder
I went for my annual Medicare examination last week which included blood work. My general practitioner, Dr. Rebecca Talley, called me with the results. I have hyperthyroidism 😩. Yep. I have all the symptoms. These include sleeplessness, rapid pulse, heart palpitations, and inexplicable weight gain. Continue reading Reverberations from My Broken Shoulder
Yesterday, i had a follow up visit with my orthopedic doctor, Dr. Alexander Collins. After looking at the X-rays, he said that the break was healing correctly and that I should be able to rotate it in about two more weeks and that the pain should be gone or almost gone. I am grateful that he is my doctor. And by the way, he played football at the University of Florida. Go Gators! Continue reading Significant Decrease of Pain in My Broken Shoulder
“In perfect faithfulness You have done wonderful things” (Isaiah 25:1).
All healing is of divine origin. Healing can be instantaneous like in the case of Jesus healing blind Bartimaeus. “Instantly the man could see” (Mark 10:52). Or, healing may take time as in my case. Either way, healing is a gift of God. Continue reading Healing of My Broken Shoulder
“We see through a glass, darkly” (1 Corinthians 13:12). March 5. 2019. In July 2014, Joyce and I took a … Continue reading A New Perspective From My Painful Broken Shoulder
I know there is meaning and purpose in pain. My wife Joyce and I talked about it today. One thing she said was that I appreciate her more. I depend on her for everything now. I can’t even put on my jacket and zip it up without her help. God is purposing my pain to change me for the better. I just have to learn real patience even though I feel like a caged bird. Continue reading Angels On My Fractured Shoulder
I’m impatient with my new found dependence because of my broken shoulder. I feel powerless. I’m not in charge anymore. I can’t bathe myself, put on my clothes, tie my shoes, or even put on my slippers without help from my wonderful wife Joyce. Continue reading Impatient With My Broken Shoulder