Overcoming Life’s Unexpected Challenges: The Weeble Mindset
This week has been a rollercoaster, filled with highs and lows, but also moments of clarity and gratitude. It's Week 3 in my recovery, and while I’m far from the finish line, I'm learning more about myself and the journey than I could have ever imagined.
Mindset Matters One of the highlights of the week came from a simple comment: "Hit me with a flex." A nurse noticed my muscles, which felt like a much-needed reminder of strength when I’ve been feeling like I'm shrinking every day. Those moments keep me going—they remind me that even when I feel small or weak, there’s still strength in me, physically and mentally.
The Hard Days But it’s not always easy. Over the weekend, my Oura ring started to detect a rise in my body temp. I was a little nervous because I noted some erythema and induration over the tibia on Sunday evening, but I knew I had a pending clinic visit. On Tuesday, I was diagnosed with a pin site infection. I knew something was wrong, and when my fears were confirmed, it was a moment of helplessness. This infection is yet another hurdle, and there’s a long road ahead with IV antibiotics and difficult decisions about surgery. There’s a part of me that’s scared—scared of infection, of delaying progress, of the unknown. But I also know that this is just a part of the journey, not the end of it.
Finding Joy in Movement Movement is a lifeline for me. Despite any limitations, I find ways to stay active. Squats, dips, and even walker dips have been my go-to. These little moments of strength remind me that movement isn’t just about physical recovery—it’s a mental reset too. Every time I can get up and do a squat, it’s a win. It’s a reminder that progress is happening, even when it feels slow.
The Power of Community This week, I’ve also been reminded of the power of connection. Whether it’s friends from KC checking in, the kind words from the hospital staff, or the incredible community within the Vegan Superhero Academy, I’m continually reminded that I am not alone. Sometimes, the hardest part is accepting help, but I’m learning to lean into the kindness of others.
Nutrition (or Lack Thereof!) I’ve discovered that I’m a picky eater—who knew? Hospital food has been a bit of a challenge, but I’m doing my best, even if it means relying on bars and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to get by. Everything is figureoutable, even meals!
Resilience in the Face of Setbacks The truth is, this week has been tough. From infection to a PICC line placement, I’ve had to shift my plans and rethink what recovery will look like. No more dips for now, no lifting anything heavy with my PICC line arm. It’s frustrating. But I also know that resilience is built in moments like this—when the path forward isn’t clear, but you take the next step anyway.
Looking Forward, I’ve decided to go home on IV antibiotics to recover before coming back for surgery. There are logistics to sort out, but I’m confident in my decision. I know my team, I trust them, and I want consistency in my care. As I prepare to head home, I remind myself that this is all part of the process. It’s another hurdle, yes, but one that I’m ready to tackle.
To everyone who has reached out, thank you 🙏🏾. Your kindness, your words of encouragement, and your offers to help mean more than you know. I’m not one to ask for help, but I’m learning that it’s okay to accept it.
This week has taught me that even when life wobbles, I can keep moving forward. I’m a Weeble. I may wobble, but I won’t fall down. Here’s to seeing what the next week brings—whatever it is, I’ll keep moving, one squat, one step, and one breath at a time.
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