I'm sorry to be a little late posting this morning but the sleeping pill I took last night knocked me for a loop and I didn't wake up till 10 am! What a wonderful thing to be able to rest.
Later on I'll write a longer post but for right now I'll just write about my fall yesterday. I continue to be so thankful for the Lord's protection!
Yesterday morning, Steve and I got to the church at 8 am to rehearse with the praise team. When we were finished, I drove back to the house where we were staying to pick up Sarah for church.
After going into the house and telling her we'd be leaving for the church in about five minutes, I decided to go back out to the van to grab something I'd forgotten. On my way out the door, I thought I'd go ahead and hook up Snowy on his leash outside so he could have a few minutes of fresh air and sunshine before being put into his kennel for the morning.
I hooked his leash to the back steps and turned to head to the van. Unfortunately, I didn't make it.
I hadn't realized it, but right after I had hooked him up, Snowy had tangled his leash around my feet; when I went to take my first step toward the van, my feet didn't move.
Before I even had a chance to put out my hands to break my fall, I rather suddenly pitched forward toward some wooden lawn furniture standing nearby. I slammed my left shoulder hard on one piece of furniture and then twisted a little and cracked my head against another piece of furniture on the way down.
I have never in my life had anything happen as fast as that. One minute I was standing happily in the bright Carolina sunshine and the next minute I was sprawled on the ground in pain, trying to catch my breath.
The fall would have been bad enough if there had just been grass all around, but having that wooden furniture right there could have made things turn out very badly. If I had hit my head first on the table instead of my shoulder I could have broken my nose, I could have gotten a concussion, I could even have broken my neck. As it is, I wrenched my back and neck, and I have bruising, soreness and stiffness in both arms.
After I had laid there on the grass for a few moments, I gingerly dragged myself up from the ground and walked (very slowly) back into the house to tell Sarah what had happened. I had stained my blazer, broken my necklace and gotten stains and water (from the dew on the grass) all over my brown pants. But a broken necklace is much better than a broken neck or a broken arm!
I called Steve, told him what happened, took a couple Tylenol, and then gingerly drove Sarah and myself to church. I was determined not to miss my first official Sunday as pastor's wife in Manteo. And I didn't!
I didn't feel so great during the service (or during the rest of the day) but I was just very thankful to even be well enough to be there.
And now, after a good night's sleep and a few pain meds, I'm starting to feel a bit better. I won't be doing a whole lot today except resting; in fact, as soon as I post this, I'm heading back to bed. And saying, "Ouch, ouch, ouch" all the way!
Thanks so much to everyone for your concern and prayers.
Later on I'll write a longer post but for right now I'll just write about my fall yesterday. I continue to be so thankful for the Lord's protection!
Yesterday morning, Steve and I got to the church at 8 am to rehearse with the praise team. When we were finished, I drove back to the house where we were staying to pick up Sarah for church.
After going into the house and telling her we'd be leaving for the church in about five minutes, I decided to go back out to the van to grab something I'd forgotten. On my way out the door, I thought I'd go ahead and hook up Snowy on his leash outside so he could have a few minutes of fresh air and sunshine before being put into his kennel for the morning.
I hooked his leash to the back steps and turned to head to the van. Unfortunately, I didn't make it.
I hadn't realized it, but right after I had hooked him up, Snowy had tangled his leash around my feet; when I went to take my first step toward the van, my feet didn't move.
Before I even had a chance to put out my hands to break my fall, I rather suddenly pitched forward toward some wooden lawn furniture standing nearby. I slammed my left shoulder hard on one piece of furniture and then twisted a little and cracked my head against another piece of furniture on the way down.
I have never in my life had anything happen as fast as that. One minute I was standing happily in the bright Carolina sunshine and the next minute I was sprawled on the ground in pain, trying to catch my breath.
The fall would have been bad enough if there had just been grass all around, but having that wooden furniture right there could have made things turn out very badly. If I had hit my head first on the table instead of my shoulder I could have broken my nose, I could have gotten a concussion, I could even have broken my neck. As it is, I wrenched my back and neck, and I have bruising, soreness and stiffness in both arms.
After I had laid there on the grass for a few moments, I gingerly dragged myself up from the ground and walked (very slowly) back into the house to tell Sarah what had happened. I had stained my blazer, broken my necklace and gotten stains and water (from the dew on the grass) all over my brown pants. But a broken necklace is much better than a broken neck or a broken arm!
I called Steve, told him what happened, took a couple Tylenol, and then gingerly drove Sarah and myself to church. I was determined not to miss my first official Sunday as pastor's wife in Manteo. And I didn't!
I didn't feel so great during the service (or during the rest of the day) but I was just very thankful to even be well enough to be there.
And now, after a good night's sleep and a few pain meds, I'm starting to feel a bit better. I won't be doing a whole lot today except resting; in fact, as soon as I post this, I'm heading back to bed. And saying, "Ouch, ouch, ouch" all the way!
Thanks so much to everyone for your concern and prayers.
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