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Saturday, February 7, 2009

Time to admit defeat… er… reality…

It's been a little under a month and a half since my dramatic and not-so-valiant return to the good ole US of A, and I think it is way past time to catch everyone up on the epic that is my life right now… utilizing a straight forward and to the point technique that we will call the "Reader's Digest Version" -

I am officially no longer a Peace Corps Volunteer.

Ok, I guess I do owe a little more of an explanation… Right after I broke my leg and was sent home, I was given up to 45 days of medical evacuation status to recover and return to my post back in Bulgaria. When I went to my follow up appointment with my doctor 2 weeks after surgery, I was told that I had to go from putting 50% of my weight on my leg, to not being able to put ANY weight on my leg. Basically, (again, if you want the long, gory details – ASK) when my leg broke it splintered at the break site, so the main part of my leg is now secured with internal hardware, but there is a "shard" of bone that is not showing any signs of healing. I am back in a real cast and still on crutches, and hoping for some better answers this coming Wednesday. What all this means, though, is that when I back-pedaled on the prognosis, it meant I wouldn't be able to start physical therapy any time soon, thus definitely extending my recovery well past my allotted 45 days. So per protocol, Peace Corps had to go ahead and medically separate me not even 6 measly months into my dream job.

So, now I need to figure out what "Plan B" for my life is, considering it never even crossed my mind I might need one.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not out to save the world, but I am on this earth to do what I can to change it, and this mandated couch surfing is driving me crazy!

But, it does mean I have PLENTY of time to figure out what my next adventure will be. (Silver lining?)


The worst part, though, is that not only is my dream of being a Peace Corps volunteer and working with my Samokov kids over, but at the end of the day, I STILL HAVE A BROKEN LEG!!

But even though my faith has been tested, my patience has dwindled, and my passion is in dire need of being reignited, I'm trying to trust that something better is coming.

It has to.