You never realize until you've broken a finger
how much you use your
I use my hand a lot.
It has been difficult learning to use my right hand more.
And to be positive.
I've learned quite a bit of humility:
"Yes, Andrew... could you cut my steak for me?"
Yesterday my pin came out.
And, thankfully, it hurt a lot
less than I'd
I still almost passed out though.
I've been "almost passing out" a lot lately.
My poor doctor.
He lays tweezers to metal...
I shut eyes,
And do the Christian thing...
I threaten to kill him.
I'm so glad my doctor likes me anyway.
I go back in three weeks.
If all is well... I'll start therapy...
all this for a finger.
I'm also really tired of x-rays.
I've lost count of how many I've had.
I WILL be thankful.
Because, you know what?
God is SO good.
And my summer has been amazing.
My siblings have been great.
Andrew has been caring and supportive.
My Dad has taken me back and forth to the doctor...
and paid a lot of medical bills.
My Mom hasn't complained about my lack of ability.
My church family hasn't let a week go by
without several people asking how I'm doing.
Honestly, this is the best place to have a broken finger...
and the best people to have around me too.
So, I am thankful.
Well... I'm gonna go take some meds... hopefully they won't make me too loopy.