The wheelchair was actually welcome because I was so exhausted, even my hands hung limp at my sides, exacerbated by all the phoning and texting I did in the days leading up to the party. The party absolutely destroyed me physically (high blood pressure, arthritis flare-up, anxiety – but this is not supposed to be a post to gripe about medical problems so I’ll stop there). Since his birthday party was on the day of our wedding anniversary, this Vienna trip was to celebrate us. And last February, when we went on our church married retreat, there were these little decorated jars with slips of paper where you could each write down date ideas to pull out at random. If you missed it earlier, this whole Vienna thing came about because my husband remembered my mentioning once in our early days how much I identified with the song. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you That you can get what you want or you get old
#Words to vienna waits for you for free
We had the idea of asking for a wheelchair to navigate the standing and walking at the airport, which led to getting one in Vienna (the airport is spread out, so that was a good idea), which led to us asking at the hotel, where we were lent one for free during our stay there. By the time we left for Vienna (we had the Sunday to try and clean up – and failed – and we left that Monday), I had trouble putting pressure on my foot, and we both wondered whether the entire vacation would be spent in the hotel. That shoe was not the worst thing I could have worn, but it came close.Īnd I was on my feet constantly while preparing for my husband’s 50th birthday party. Fatigue alone would not have put me in a wheelchair, but the sprained foot I thought I had since the month of August, and for which I was wearing a special suspension shoe that took the weight off my foot and put it on my ankle, actually turned out to be a huge case of tendonitis starting with the tendons on the arch (both above and below the foot) and snaking up the ankle to the side of my leg.
What am I going to do with myself…nothing?īut it seems God had another plan. I can’t imagine just stopping everything to heal. It was a thoroughly humbling experience because, although I’ve slowly been getting more and more rundown physically – mentally I keep expecting to pop back up again and pick up where I left off. I could not have known that when I finally did make it to Vienna, I would be seeing it from the vantage point of a wheelchair. You’d better cool it off before you burn it out
Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about? When, at the tender age of 18, I sang along to Billy Joel’s Vienna Waits for You, identifying oh so well with those lyrics…
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