Broken bones, cracked iPad screen and everything in between...

My "visit" to Bonaire has been categorized as a season of brokenness. Not even a week into my trip and there I was flat on my face with my right leg torcida in a weird way. The emergency doctor was pleased to announce to Rika and I in Papiamentu that it was broken. Maybe in two places. "Oh", she said. "Oh? What does 'Oh' mean?" She looked at me as if I were a child and said, "Your leg is broken. Maybe in two places." Ohhhhhh. Since arriving to the house from the hospital after surgery, I have passed the nights giving myself celebratory high gives if I have gone the day without breaking anything. The sad truth is I don't give myself many high fives; and my anxiety level has sky rocketed because of the fact that living without a leg makes one quite clumsy. You would be surprised how important a leg is the your well being. I have definitely been surprised. ¡Sopresa, nieces it's today's tus extremidades para vivir!" Pero bueno.

This time of brokenness has been one with many questions, much frustration, netflix and needing more help than I have ever wanted to seek out. It's exhausting to have to think before you get up. I ask myself question, such as, "how bad of I need to pee? Can I hold it off for a few hours? Can I make it the 6 steps without the crucs? Like Rika said, "fast is not in my vocabulary right now; which why I am lying here in bed, holding myself, instead of running to the bathroom. Or what about the fact that I am not a helpful third person but I am the needy third person. I need. I need. I need. Super needy.

So I dropped a iPad, hoping it would land on the bed, which it did, for a second before the case opened up and the screen hit the cold, charcoal tile. I saw glass hit the floor. My heart dropped really far down. I had fallen into the closet two times and broke the door off the hinges. I had dropped two maybe three mugs; a wine glass slipped out of my hands. But the IPAD!!!! Lo sabía que iba a pasar. Lo sabía. Cada vez que cogí el iPad de Mano, sustuvo bajo mi cuello, pensé, "I am going to drop this one day. I should stop doing this." Y por una tontería, rompí un IPad. YAY.

I'm wondering what this season has to teach me. Brokenness. A pause on the road of life. A needy period. And a time where I have been expected to spend unadulterated time with Jesus. Not Netflix. Oops. Ugh! I'm on an island, have been for almost three months. My days a unscheduled, unless I have fisio. Eingelic, I don't ever have to leave the house. I could stay in bed all day and no one would say anything. Such a weird truth.

I'm so over this season.