I'm sorry I haven't written. I'll try to do better. I'll also keep promising that over and over...
:-)
My weekend was not so great. I just didn't feel good in general. Somedays I forget I have MS, and then somedays, I forget I was ever normal. And I know that's bad because I don't feel, even on my worse days, what some people with MS feel. Working in the hospital, especially the radiology department, I see people who are affected by MS everyday. Some seem perfectly normal... some make me want to fall on my knees and cry.
Back to my weekend... I just felt weak. Irritable. Just generally yucky. I tried getting around and making the most of it, but I mostly just got too hot. Heat and stress are two very bad agitators of my symptoms.
Friday night I went out to my friend's house to go swimming. It felt good, but I was already exhausted. Then went out with my brother and sister-in-law to TGIFriday's. On a Friday night in a town where there is very little to do, it was a loud busy place. That didn't help. I slept in until like 9am on Saturday, then went grocery shopping with my parents. My mom is disabled so I try to help as much as possible. I had to load all the groceries onto the register conveyor belt, then take them from the bagging racks and put them back in the cart... then get them out to the car and load them into the car, in the heat. My dad wasn't around for this part because he needed a cigarette. He did help load into the car... but by then, I was already spent. But I tried to keep going.
Saturday afternoon, I went to my brother's nephew's birthday party. At Chuck E Cheese's. Yeah, also didn't help. Loud and busy and hot.
Then we went back out to my friend's house for a cookout for my mom's birthday. Again, it felt good, but I just generally got too hot. Then I got stung by the world's largest bumblebee. And it has left a welt on my back the size of my fist. A very red, hot, itchy, sore welt. It hurt so bad. It's weird that you forget how much being stung hurts, until it happens again.
Sunday was good. Enjoyed church. Tried to rest a little, but didn't have much time to.
It's weird that I end up going back to work on Monday's in order to rest Haha! And I have a STRESSFUL job.
And tomorrow, I promise to have a more positive post. I'm sorry for all the negativity, I just needed to share about my no-good-very-bad-feeling-weekend.
Leave me love!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
3 years in the making...
Thanks to Court for helping to edit this.
I open my eyes from a restless sleep, hoping to find myself somewhere other than where I lay down. But, once again, I awaken to the same darkness and hopelessness that has consumed my life since before I can remember. Counting the days of my imprisonment is nothing but futile because the days are immeasurable. I've become numb. I'm at home being in this…hole. Practically comfortable. The dirt under my body is familiar and I've let the walls become my shelter from the outside light. I glance up in wonder. Is today the day I decide to find my way out? All I see is darkness and it consumes me. There was a time when I could see the opening of this pit, but lately it is far from visible and my eyes can no longer focus the distance. Even my memory's view of the path that led me here has faded and I can no longer recognize it.
As I try to stand, the heavy chains that bind my hands and feet clank, their echo filling this once quiet cave with deafening sound. On my feet, I begin my routine. My hands search the darkness for the shovel resting against the wall and, like every other day, I begin to dig. I don't know why I dig, I have no destination, no goal. I just need something to occupy my days, hours, minutes…every second. Every thought.
Even though I've learned to work around the chains, I feel them become tighter and heavier with each load of dirt. Without fail, every time the shovel grazes the earth, the darkness deepens and the temperature drops. And I become more and more aware of how alone I am with each stroke. More than once the sadness overcomes me and I fall to my knees. This time the frustration gets the best of me and I throw down the shovel and scream.
My voice echoes in the emptiness. A chill comes over me in realization that the voice of utter desperation is my own. It has been so long since I've decided to use my voice. Why speak when no one is there to listen? To care? Screaming again, I'm slightly comforted by the sound of my cries. I am still alive. I didn't know it was important for me to realize this… but it is. And now I can feel a presence around me. Am I crazy? Is there someone else here with me?
"Hello?! Who's there?"
There is no reply. I reach my hand out and lean against the wall. As I drag my chains, my eyes begin to fill with tears. I am crazy! There is no one here. I am completely alone. I pause and laugh. I know no one else can be here because I dug this hole myself. And yet, I still feel it. A presence.
I wrestle with my thoughts for several hours and decide to ask again. If there is no one around, there is no one to see my failure if I am wrong. What do I have to lose?
"I know you're there. Please show yourself."
A gentle, sweet smelling breeze rushes past me. I brace myself by placing my hand on the wall and I realize something is different. I can see my hand. There is now a faint light filling the darkness. I can't see where it is coming from. Fear and determination battle within me and I spin around in desperation to find the source of the light. Light will bring warmth, light will bring direction, light will bring hope.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder from behind. My body feels as if it has been turned to stone, I can't move, I'm terrified.
"Do not be afraid," the presence begins, " I will not harm you."
I turn around, seeking the face of the person who has invaded my darkness. I see nothing physical, only light. I can now see every wall, I can see the ground, I can see myself and my filth. But, I can not see where the light has come from.
"Who are you?" I ask in a bold voice, seeking to protect my domain.
"A friend."
I snicker at his reply. "How can you be a friend? I don't know you! You won't even allow me to see your face!"
"But, I know you. And I love you. I always have. I am here because you need me. You called out to me," the gentle voice says.
"When? I didn't call for anyone. I don't need you, I don't need anyone!" I begin to yell. The reality that this stranger assumes that I need something from anyone overcomes me and I burn with anger.
"The only way out of this darkness is through me. You do need me," he says in patience.
"I don't want to leave here. This is my home. It's all I know. I made it!" I say, rather unconvincingly. And surprising myself, I begin to cry.
I feel him embrace me. His arms are warm and kind as they surround me. A feeling of absolute peace comes over me as I cry into his invisible chest. With my eyes clenched shut, I can imagine his face. His beautiful, piercing eyes begin to fill with tears and I feel him cry with me.
"What is there outside of this place?" I ask with childlike curiosity. "I've been here so long I've forgotten what it's like not to have these chains. I've forgotten what it's like to be free."
"Out there… there are many paths. Some will lead you home, some will lead you to places such as this." He pauses and touches my face. I open my eyes with a look of fear and uncertainty. I can see his face with my eyes open now.
Sensing my apprehension, he smiles reassuringly and continues, "I'm here to show you the way home."
"What do I have to do?" I ask.
"I've already chosen the right road for you, just follow it and trust that I will get you to where you belong. Everything else will be taken care of." He kneels down before me and touches the chains around my feet. They unlock, unclasp, and fall limply to the ground. He reaches up to the chains that are restraining my hands. They, too, unlock and crash amid the others at my feet. I stare down at them in disbelief. I bend down to pick them up. Their weight is familiar.
"You are my child. No matter what happens to you, as long as your eyes are fixed on my face and the goal I have set before you, you will be safe and at peace."
"What is my goal? Is it hard?"
"Your goal is to get to the places I need you to be. And to do the things I have called you to do. It will not be easy, but I will not leave you alone. I have other children out there. You all have my instructions written out for you. Study them, meditate on them, and keep my words on your heart. If you do these things, I have no doubt that you will meet me at home."
"Meet you? You mean… You're not coming with me?"
"I will be with you in Spirit. Trust in me and you will have all you need."
"When do I begin?"
"You begin as soon as you lay those chains in my arms and get on your way." He said with a painful smile. I suddenly remembered I was still holding on the source of my bondage. I looked down at them, they had been with me so long that I wasn't sure how to let go of them. While it was true I had been freed, I wasn't comfortable with letting my deliverer own the sources of my pain and imprisonment.
"I'll go. But I want to carry these with me," I said holding tight to the shackles. "I want them to serve as a reminder of where I've been. A reminder of a place in which I never want to find myself again."
"No. I must take them from you. It is my purpose. Your journey will be long and these things will only slow you down. Your hands and feet are no longer bound; let that serve as your reminder instead."
Convinced, I lay the heavy chains in his arms. The moment the weight is lifted from my arms and placed into his, my environment changes. We are no longer in darkness but surrounded by light and color. There are fields of grass and flowers. There are waves crashing on a sandy beach. I have never known a joy such as I felt in this instance.
In my happiness I turn to look on the man who saved my life. His face is contorted with pain, and blood is running from wounds on his head, hands, and feet. Yet he still smiles at me and looks into my eyes. A look of such love and mercy I have never known before.
"Remember, you are mine. I am always listening for you to call my name."
"Your name. Right. I'm sorry, I forgot to ask…"
"My name… is Yeshua."
I open my eyes from a restless sleep, hoping to find myself somewhere other than where I lay down. But, once again, I awaken to the same darkness and hopelessness that has consumed my life since before I can remember. Counting the days of my imprisonment is nothing but futile because the days are immeasurable. I've become numb. I'm at home being in this…hole. Practically comfortable. The dirt under my body is familiar and I've let the walls become my shelter from the outside light. I glance up in wonder. Is today the day I decide to find my way out? All I see is darkness and it consumes me. There was a time when I could see the opening of this pit, but lately it is far from visible and my eyes can no longer focus the distance. Even my memory's view of the path that led me here has faded and I can no longer recognize it.
As I try to stand, the heavy chains that bind my hands and feet clank, their echo filling this once quiet cave with deafening sound. On my feet, I begin my routine. My hands search the darkness for the shovel resting against the wall and, like every other day, I begin to dig. I don't know why I dig, I have no destination, no goal. I just need something to occupy my days, hours, minutes…every second. Every thought.
Even though I've learned to work around the chains, I feel them become tighter and heavier with each load of dirt. Without fail, every time the shovel grazes the earth, the darkness deepens and the temperature drops. And I become more and more aware of how alone I am with each stroke. More than once the sadness overcomes me and I fall to my knees. This time the frustration gets the best of me and I throw down the shovel and scream.
My voice echoes in the emptiness. A chill comes over me in realization that the voice of utter desperation is my own. It has been so long since I've decided to use my voice. Why speak when no one is there to listen? To care? Screaming again, I'm slightly comforted by the sound of my cries. I am still alive. I didn't know it was important for me to realize this… but it is. And now I can feel a presence around me. Am I crazy? Is there someone else here with me?
"Hello?! Who's there?"
There is no reply. I reach my hand out and lean against the wall. As I drag my chains, my eyes begin to fill with tears. I am crazy! There is no one here. I am completely alone. I pause and laugh. I know no one else can be here because I dug this hole myself. And yet, I still feel it. A presence.
I wrestle with my thoughts for several hours and decide to ask again. If there is no one around, there is no one to see my failure if I am wrong. What do I have to lose?
"I know you're there. Please show yourself."
A gentle, sweet smelling breeze rushes past me. I brace myself by placing my hand on the wall and I realize something is different. I can see my hand. There is now a faint light filling the darkness. I can't see where it is coming from. Fear and determination battle within me and I spin around in desperation to find the source of the light. Light will bring warmth, light will bring direction, light will bring hope.
Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder from behind. My body feels as if it has been turned to stone, I can't move, I'm terrified.
"Do not be afraid," the presence begins, " I will not harm you."
I turn around, seeking the face of the person who has invaded my darkness. I see nothing physical, only light. I can now see every wall, I can see the ground, I can see myself and my filth. But, I can not see where the light has come from.
"Who are you?" I ask in a bold voice, seeking to protect my domain.
"A friend."
I snicker at his reply. "How can you be a friend? I don't know you! You won't even allow me to see your face!"
"But, I know you. And I love you. I always have. I am here because you need me. You called out to me," the gentle voice says.
"When? I didn't call for anyone. I don't need you, I don't need anyone!" I begin to yell. The reality that this stranger assumes that I need something from anyone overcomes me and I burn with anger.
"The only way out of this darkness is through me. You do need me," he says in patience.
"I don't want to leave here. This is my home. It's all I know. I made it!" I say, rather unconvincingly. And surprising myself, I begin to cry.
I feel him embrace me. His arms are warm and kind as they surround me. A feeling of absolute peace comes over me as I cry into his invisible chest. With my eyes clenched shut, I can imagine his face. His beautiful, piercing eyes begin to fill with tears and I feel him cry with me.
"What is there outside of this place?" I ask with childlike curiosity. "I've been here so long I've forgotten what it's like not to have these chains. I've forgotten what it's like to be free."
"Out there… there are many paths. Some will lead you home, some will lead you to places such as this." He pauses and touches my face. I open my eyes with a look of fear and uncertainty. I can see his face with my eyes open now.
Sensing my apprehension, he smiles reassuringly and continues, "I'm here to show you the way home."
"What do I have to do?" I ask.
"I've already chosen the right road for you, just follow it and trust that I will get you to where you belong. Everything else will be taken care of." He kneels down before me and touches the chains around my feet. They unlock, unclasp, and fall limply to the ground. He reaches up to the chains that are restraining my hands. They, too, unlock and crash amid the others at my feet. I stare down at them in disbelief. I bend down to pick them up. Their weight is familiar.
"You are my child. No matter what happens to you, as long as your eyes are fixed on my face and the goal I have set before you, you will be safe and at peace."
"What is my goal? Is it hard?"
"Your goal is to get to the places I need you to be. And to do the things I have called you to do. It will not be easy, but I will not leave you alone. I have other children out there. You all have my instructions written out for you. Study them, meditate on them, and keep my words on your heart. If you do these things, I have no doubt that you will meet me at home."
"Meet you? You mean… You're not coming with me?"
"I will be with you in Spirit. Trust in me and you will have all you need."
"When do I begin?"
"You begin as soon as you lay those chains in my arms and get on your way." He said with a painful smile. I suddenly remembered I was still holding on the source of my bondage. I looked down at them, they had been with me so long that I wasn't sure how to let go of them. While it was true I had been freed, I wasn't comfortable with letting my deliverer own the sources of my pain and imprisonment.
"I'll go. But I want to carry these with me," I said holding tight to the shackles. "I want them to serve as a reminder of where I've been. A reminder of a place in which I never want to find myself again."
"No. I must take them from you. It is my purpose. Your journey will be long and these things will only slow you down. Your hands and feet are no longer bound; let that serve as your reminder instead."
Convinced, I lay the heavy chains in his arms. The moment the weight is lifted from my arms and placed into his, my environment changes. We are no longer in darkness but surrounded by light and color. There are fields of grass and flowers. There are waves crashing on a sandy beach. I have never known a joy such as I felt in this instance.
In my happiness I turn to look on the man who saved my life. His face is contorted with pain, and blood is running from wounds on his head, hands, and feet. Yet he still smiles at me and looks into my eyes. A look of such love and mercy I have never known before.
"Remember, you are mine. I am always listening for you to call my name."
"Your name. Right. I'm sorry, I forgot to ask…"
"My name… is Yeshua."
Monday, July 21, 2008
Weak.
On the days when my pride outweighs my will to do right, open the door to Your throne room. Let me in on Your love for me. Hold me in Your arms, Father, and wipe away tears from my eyes.
When my sinful desires push aside my weak conscience, open the door to Your throne room. Lord, save a place for me at Your feet. You know it all before I say it. But Lord, let me say it.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
My heart's strength to stand firm is dwarfed by Satan's great drive, open the door to Your throne room. God, allow me to rest in Your peace. Help me to end this frantic search for ways to unlock Your love's open door.
When I'm plagued by temptation and searching for escape, open the door to Your throne room. Replace my dark thoughts with Your great light. Reflect Your love and wisdom in every decision I try to make.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
When my sinful desires push aside my weak conscience, open the door to Your throne room. Lord, save a place for me at Your feet. You know it all before I say it. But Lord, let me say it.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
My heart's strength to stand firm is dwarfed by Satan's great drive, open the door to Your throne room. God, allow me to rest in Your peace. Help me to end this frantic search for ways to unlock Your love's open door.
When I'm plagued by temptation and searching for escape, open the door to Your throne room. Replace my dark thoughts with Your great light. Reflect Your love and wisdom in every decision I try to make.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
For All You've Done
I don't know who wrote this song, but it has really touched me. The more I listen to it, the more I love it. It's on one of my Zoe Group Acapella CDs and I enjoy it very much. :-)
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
Upon the hill our places trade.
Stretched on a cross, Your body crushed,
By human hands You formed from dust.
How wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
Your boundless love for me portrayed.
With patience for my learning curve,
By holding back what I deserve.
How wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
With everything at Your feet laid.
I watch as all my cares erode,
As from my soul these words explode!
Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
Upon the hill our places trade.
Stretched on a cross, Your body crushed,
By human hands You formed from dust.
How wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
Your boundless love for me portrayed.
With patience for my learning curve,
By holding back what I deserve.
How wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Oh, Cleanser of the mess I've made,
With everything at Your feet laid.
I watch as all my cares erode,
As from my soul these words explode!
Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is!
How awesome are Your ways!
I come, I come to worship You
For all You've done.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Update on Dad...
Dad seems to be doing much better. He is sleeping a lot because he's on a lot of different medications, but I think the spasms have not been as often and the pain is subsiding.
That makes me happy. I was worried about him. I was really hoping he didn't tear something up in his back. I believe he has a dr's appt today, so we'll see what comes of that.
Thanks to everyone for their prayers. It's awesome that I can put up a post asking for prayers and know that whoever reads it will actually pray. I have the best friends.
Thanks again.
That makes me happy. I was worried about him. I was really hoping he didn't tear something up in his back. I believe he has a dr's appt today, so we'll see what comes of that.
Thanks to everyone for their prayers. It's awesome that I can put up a post asking for prayers and know that whoever reads it will actually pray. I have the best friends.
Thanks again.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Journaling
I used to journal a lot. Just write everything out. Some things turned into prayers. Some things into poetry. And some things into songs. Songs with no tune, only lyrics, because I'm bad at creating original tunes. Haha.
Well, someone once told me that it's good to go back and read what you've written years ago, just to see how things have changed and how God has worked in your life. It's good to see how the things that bothered you back then and asked for relief from years ago seem like child's play to you now. Just goes to show how much God loves us and cares for us and really does listen to us. And most of all that His way is always best.
I came across something that I wrote out a few years back. Not exactly sure when it was written. It was from back in a time when I was struggling with a lot of things. I wanted so much to go the way of the world and be a party girl and say that everything was alright for everyone as long as it made them happy.
I no longer feel this way, but I thought it'd be interesting to share. I don't often let people in on the real me and I thought it'd be interesting for people to see some of the darkness I've battled.
I'm glad I've discovered God's way is best. Some people aren't so blessed.
As I climb to the top of the hill to gaze at the moon a long but silent howl escapes from the bottom of my soul. I suddenly realize what it is that's been bothering me.
Suppressing thoughts and actions that would only feed the social werewolf that is my Jekyl and Hyde-ness.
Belief in You, my Higher Power, and in what You want for my life is suddenly not enough to sustain me in this void. Is it selfishness, boredom? What makes me feel this way? Is it envy that I was never brave enough to try things in my youth? I want to experience all thigns of life, this life, before I approach the next.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
You tell me Heaven is better, and that I should hold out; but will the things I want to experience on Earth even be there? Heaven is for Your children, so they can live and praise You forever. What is this world for? Everything enticing and I feel of worth is forbidden.
Why have You laid all this before me, and told me not to touch? I feel like a starving child forced to sit and watch others eat. I watch them eat all my favorite foods. The rich, sweet tastes of pleasure that I long to have now before tasting the rich, sweet rewards You have promised.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
In passing up the pleasures You refer to as sin, I only find myself committing different ones. Jealousy of others for their experience. Hatred towards those who don't seem to fear doing all the things that I've been warned against.
Please deliver me from this split devotion; devotion to the world and having a good time only pulls me away from You, my Savior. Yet, devotion to You and living in the ways You've intended for me only pulls me away from everything I've ever wanted.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
I'm sorry. I know You should be all I ever want, but it's so hard to know You when I can't see You.
I need a sign of life, more than a feeling. Are you there?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Well, someone once told me that it's good to go back and read what you've written years ago, just to see how things have changed and how God has worked in your life. It's good to see how the things that bothered you back then and asked for relief from years ago seem like child's play to you now. Just goes to show how much God loves us and cares for us and really does listen to us. And most of all that His way is always best.
I came across something that I wrote out a few years back. Not exactly sure when it was written. It was from back in a time when I was struggling with a lot of things. I wanted so much to go the way of the world and be a party girl and say that everything was alright for everyone as long as it made them happy.
I no longer feel this way, but I thought it'd be interesting to share. I don't often let people in on the real me and I thought it'd be interesting for people to see some of the darkness I've battled.
I'm glad I've discovered God's way is best. Some people aren't so blessed.
As I climb to the top of the hill to gaze at the moon a long but silent howl escapes from the bottom of my soul. I suddenly realize what it is that's been bothering me.
Suppressing thoughts and actions that would only feed the social werewolf that is my Jekyl and Hyde-ness.
Belief in You, my Higher Power, and in what You want for my life is suddenly not enough to sustain me in this void. Is it selfishness, boredom? What makes me feel this way? Is it envy that I was never brave enough to try things in my youth? I want to experience all thigns of life, this life, before I approach the next.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
You tell me Heaven is better, and that I should hold out; but will the things I want to experience on Earth even be there? Heaven is for Your children, so they can live and praise You forever. What is this world for? Everything enticing and I feel of worth is forbidden.
Why have You laid all this before me, and told me not to touch? I feel like a starving child forced to sit and watch others eat. I watch them eat all my favorite foods. The rich, sweet tastes of pleasure that I long to have now before tasting the rich, sweet rewards You have promised.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
In passing up the pleasures You refer to as sin, I only find myself committing different ones. Jealousy of others for their experience. Hatred towards those who don't seem to fear doing all the things that I've been warned against.
Please deliver me from this split devotion; devotion to the world and having a good time only pulls me away from You, my Savior. Yet, devotion to You and living in the ways You've intended for me only pulls me away from everything I've ever wanted.
Is that so bad? Is that so wrong? It's what I've wanted all along. This world You created, and it's this world I long to know.
I'm sorry. I know You should be all I ever want, but it's so hard to know You when I can't see You.
I need a sign of life, more than a feeling. Are you there?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Dad Vs The Wild
So... My dad decided to go "Float the Buffalo" with the kiddos at church last Saturday. Basically, it's getting in a little boat and braving the rapids. Well, we all know that nature and man don't always exist in harmony...
Dad, his cousin Mark, and Mark's 12 year old daughter Rachel were in a boat together. They were doing well and having a grand time until Rachel looks up at a tree they were heading towards and yells "SNAKE!". Before they knew it, the snake fell from the tree and into to the boat. I'm inclined to think the snake jumped. That's they way it plays out in my head.
Luckily... No one was bitten, despite the many attempts by the snake. Basically chaos broke out in the boat and the boat was flipped, and all three occupants were sent into the water... to get away from the snake... that was now also in the water with them. :-)
To make a long story short... the current took the boat, the boat took my dad, and my dad took a tree to the back. He is in a lot of pain and could definitely use your prayers.
Sunday he was pretty sore. Monday he went to work and they sent him home. So he went to the doctor who took an xray and told him no ribs were broken and sent him home. Tuesday he went back to work. Tuesday night he paid for it. He was in so much pain he was shaking. And then he kept falling down from it all. The pain was just so much to bear that his legs would give out and he'd just fall to his knees. So we took him to the ER. They gave him a pain reliever, an anti-inflammatory/steroid, and a muscle relaxer. It all helped to ease the pain. He still hurts, but is doing much better under the supervision of medication. :-)
If he continues to hurt, though, he'll need to go in for an MRI and see if he has any muscle damage. They took more xrays in the ER and determined there was no spinal damage, which is a relief.
Please pray for his healing. My family thanks you. :-)
Dad, his cousin Mark, and Mark's 12 year old daughter Rachel were in a boat together. They were doing well and having a grand time until Rachel looks up at a tree they were heading towards and yells "SNAKE!". Before they knew it, the snake fell from the tree and into to the boat. I'm inclined to think the snake jumped. That's they way it plays out in my head.
Luckily... No one was bitten, despite the many attempts by the snake. Basically chaos broke out in the boat and the boat was flipped, and all three occupants were sent into the water... to get away from the snake... that was now also in the water with them. :-)
To make a long story short... the current took the boat, the boat took my dad, and my dad took a tree to the back. He is in a lot of pain and could definitely use your prayers.
Sunday he was pretty sore. Monday he went to work and they sent him home. So he went to the doctor who took an xray and told him no ribs were broken and sent him home. Tuesday he went back to work. Tuesday night he paid for it. He was in so much pain he was shaking. And then he kept falling down from it all. The pain was just so much to bear that his legs would give out and he'd just fall to his knees. So we took him to the ER. They gave him a pain reliever, an anti-inflammatory/steroid, and a muscle relaxer. It all helped to ease the pain. He still hurts, but is doing much better under the supervision of medication. :-)
If he continues to hurt, though, he'll need to go in for an MRI and see if he has any muscle damage. They took more xrays in the ER and determined there was no spinal damage, which is a relief.
Please pray for his healing. My family thanks you. :-)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wow.
Here I am. Late again. I thought I would write more often, and I think of things all the time to put in here... but then the moment passes by and I forget.
And now that I'm here, I have nothing to say...
Things at work have been going well. I have finally caught on to everything. I know that sometimes I get a little stressed out and take it out on people around me. I've gotta stop doing that. Please pray for me.
I feel blessed that I have made a couple of friends here now. I don't mean that I haven't had friends the entire time I've been here. I've had friends at work, but no one that I really connected with. But I've found a few girls that I have connected with and I'm so thankful for that. I don't open myself up and let people in often, so this is big news for me.
On a comical note, I tripped over a mat and fell hard on Friday afternoon at work. In front of about 10 people that I have to see everyday. No one laughed. At least not to my face. It's alright if they laughed while I wasn't there. I was laughing too. I said I was sad to be on the side of it that I was, because I bet it was funny and that I would have liked to have seen it. I'm weird, I know. I can laugh about it now. So if you're reading this, and you saw it happen, I'm okay with it... You can laugh at me. :-) I'll laugh too. And thank you for not laughing in my face.
Alright... Well, I think I'll try and get some sleep. I was sleepy earlier, but it was WAY too early to go to bed. And now that it's closer to bed time, I'm awake. Such is life.
Take care, leave me comments and let me know there is someone actually reading this garbage. :-)
And now that I'm here, I have nothing to say...
Things at work have been going well. I have finally caught on to everything. I know that sometimes I get a little stressed out and take it out on people around me. I've gotta stop doing that. Please pray for me.
I feel blessed that I have made a couple of friends here now. I don't mean that I haven't had friends the entire time I've been here. I've had friends at work, but no one that I really connected with. But I've found a few girls that I have connected with and I'm so thankful for that. I don't open myself up and let people in often, so this is big news for me.
On a comical note, I tripped over a mat and fell hard on Friday afternoon at work. In front of about 10 people that I have to see everyday. No one laughed. At least not to my face. It's alright if they laughed while I wasn't there. I was laughing too. I said I was sad to be on the side of it that I was, because I bet it was funny and that I would have liked to have seen it. I'm weird, I know. I can laugh about it now. So if you're reading this, and you saw it happen, I'm okay with it... You can laugh at me. :-) I'll laugh too. And thank you for not laughing in my face.
Alright... Well, I think I'll try and get some sleep. I was sleepy earlier, but it was WAY too early to go to bed. And now that it's closer to bed time, I'm awake. Such is life.
Take care, leave me comments and let me know there is someone actually reading this garbage. :-)
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