So, last Monday, I woke up, Elizabeth, awaken by her daddy climbs into bed and curls up in my right arm. I snuggle her until she's snoring and roll over to the left, I feel something strange, like the expander moving (this is not uncommon, just uncomfortable). I reach over and feel an indentation. Then my fingers fall deeper into the indentation. And it feels wet. Oh, wait, this doesn't seem right. I stand up and walk out to the living room half awake. "Hey Bill, can you look at this?" (Can I stress the importance of having a nurse in the family and how grateful I am right about now?) Bill takes me back into the bath room, packs the wound and wraps it up. We have to head into Anchorage. About 8:30 we make it into the doctor's office. I am unwrapped and set to the procedure room for a cleaning and restitch. Yes, my ??? not yet scar ripped open. I could see into my chest and the expander. Let me tell you... COOL. VERY, VERY COOL. No pain, just wow. I should've been a doctor or a nurse or an EMT. Cleaned, Swabbed and stitched and sent home. The next day or so, somewhat painful. Which brings me here. Season 2 Episode 24 of the show House, M.D. I am going crazy. My doctor orders me no lifting of my arm. On about Wednesday/ Thursday of last week, I stopped at the grocery store. I threw my back out. So, can't sleep on my side, can't carry, lift basically can't move. Thursday night my son's first game of the season and first game on Varsity. I sit on the bleachers. *Sigh* Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you not to do something, and you did anyway. So then you had consequences? That's how my body has been all week. Totally stinks. (literally cause I just bought crazy scented candles that I don't like the smell, but turning off the candle warmer would entail getting up and blah, a top of the page kinda thing). So today, I am reminding myself, this too shall pass and this is only temporary. I am reminding myself that I am healed and taking a breather to rejuvenate and FEEL the Spirit of Christmas. Join me, say a prayer for someone who can't or who is unable to bake cookies, decorate a tree, light a candle. Bring the Spirit to them by thinking of them, sending a message, visiting or just saying a simple prayer.
Love you, Love me, Love you, Love me.
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