When Life Gives You The Finger

 

Such a true statement, right?! No matter what life or circumstances throw at us God's got this. Yesterday He really held me close!

I've been put on light duty for several days. Maybe a month or more. Why? My Facebook friends know already, so, apologies for repeating myself. Y'all get to hear the story again. Lucky you.  😁 I am having to type all this with one good hand.

Tammie (hiding), Rev. Bob and his wife Jackie

Me (standing) and Peggy

Steve

Yesterday we went Rehab visiting as planned. Ms. Jackie seems to be improving daily. I think everyone had a dandy time. I know Steve and I did. These folks at our Church are just the salt of the earth: kind, generous, thoughtful and true Prayer Warriors. 

After the visit, it was the Noon hour but for some reason I've now forgotten, couldn't decide on where to eat. So we went our separate ways. We went on to Southern Sippin' in Blackshear. Had my weekly sugar-free Hazelnut Frozen Frappe since it was also a fasting day for us. Jesus was further protecting me for what was next!

Next we stopped by the Courthouse Annex to vote in early Primaries. I had my answers of "Yes" or "No" to the long list of local questions to vote on. I pushed all the Dominion machine buttons to send my opinions to the Chinese overlords, handed in the printed sheet they give us to be counted, started walking down the new long hallway they put in to leave, and promptly tripped on a pipe laying across the hallway! I must have fell slightly to the right but hands straight out. I was so stunned I laid there feeling like a fool when I glanced at my left hand and saw this ...

Yes, the bones on my pinky are separated. The technical term is: Dislocated Finger. There was very little blood or even pain. I had stood back up thinking I was none-the-worse for wear, only a bruised ego, but this changed our entire afternoon. I looked at the damage and my knees started to buckle as Steve grabbed me in a sweet bear hug to protect and comfort before I went into shock. Everyone, I mean everyone in that small sphere, stopped to offer aid. The Deputy on duty immediately dialed 9-1-1. The Fire Department was there so quick it was like they were just outside the door. Right behind them was a lovely young lady named Ellen, whom I later learned is a Nurse or other medical professional, who had come by to pay her property taxes, came over to comfort and advise. I had already gone into Survival Mode by first removing all jewelry (over the injury before it swelled!), holding my arm pointed up, and remaining calm. Ellen and everyone kept encouraging me in my predicament saying I was so brave. I told them over and over that it was Jesus holding me together. He knows where I am, what was happening and what the outcome would be. The EMT's arrived directly. I walked out to the ambulance, climbed in after they practically had to remove Steve's shirt from my good hand I was gripping so tightly, I plopped into the gurney, gave them all my vitals, they pumped me full of drugs, and off we went to Hospital 20 minutes away. Steve followed right behind. Thank heavens he rescued my scattered personals after the fall. 

By the way, that drug they gave me for the free ride in a County vehicle, was simply dreadful. After I finally came out of the stupor, I told them to NEVER give me that junk again. It's called ketamine. It would take too long to describe how horrible that stuff made me feel. I'd rather have the pain. For real.

So, I'm having to fly on one wing for awhile; can't ride or do any heavy lifting. If I'm not commenting or posting much, this is why. I'm Ok. It's merely an inconvenience in a world full of much bigger problems.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope your day is peaceful and full of His grace.

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