Before I alarm my readers, I want to say that I wrote this in December of last year. If you are a regular, your eyes would be bugging, you’d be thinking –
For crying out loud? Is she left unattended on a regular basis, and if so, why?
That reminds me of the time my step son was pulling into the driveway one day last Spring. I was in the garden as he turned into the driveway. And then, I wasn’t. Yep, stepped on a rake-just like you see in the movies-and knocked myself into a concussion. To this very day? I mind my business around them, try not to get too close. Sneaky bastards.
This is the season of my content. And that is precisely what I was thinking as I stood in my garden and thrilled to the Monarchs and hummingbirds. I was feeling pretty overcome with emotion, gratitude on a level that is hard to put into words. This was all I had dreamed of and more. Not just the garden…
And then, all hell broke loose.
I bent down to watch a particular butterfly, caught by her beauty and grace. It took approximately three seconds for me to realize that a mother effing praying mantis was eating her head. There were muffled cries, lots of cursing mother nature, and, inevitably? The hysterical spraying of said praying mantis with dawn dish soap I usually reserve for my roses.
On that note, have a fab Sunday and hope you enjoy~
Life goes along at warp speed until something stops you dead in your tracks: As was the case Sunday morning, after a full weekend of loving and socializing, the enemy came to take his due-you don’t think he isn’t out there trying to devour everything good in your life? Au contraire, mon amies! But here’s the good news-call out to Jesus, and you are free. He can’t hurt you if you are covered in the full armor of God.
But what about those times when evil does strike? Well, Abba will protect you in ways you couldn’t imagine, and that’s why I’m alive and writing this blog-my Lord and Savior sent His angels, and they protected me from a massive head injury and internal bleeding.
Just out of Dwain’s truck, exhausted from a weekend of frivolity, I could barely pick up my feet. I had promised my husband that I would collect the myriad of dog toys that lay around our yard, at the whim of my golden retriever, who thinks he has to entertain the grasshoppers and blue jays with his cacophony of babies. It’s so sweet, until it isn’t.
I had my purse in one hand, my drink in the other, AND I was carrying six, that’s SIX dog toys to boot. We have concrete stairs, no railing, and the stairs are ridiculously dangerous. It did not escape my mind, while sitting in the ER, that I had traipsed up and down said steps while drunk, high on cocaine, and worse. Never once even tripped. But yesterday was different. My boots caught on Jesse’s blue elephant, and down I went. I had no hands to put out, and I landed on my noggin.
I immediately called for Dwain, who could hear me, but couldn’t find me. Pain so severe I thought I would vomit, I remained perfectly still until my husband arrived on the scene. I am an EMT, and a CNA-I have volunteered in the Emergency Room, with hospice and prison ministries-I have seen it all and maintained my composure. This is the precise reason I am prone to freaking out when I get hurt-I simply know too much.
Head injury? I was out of my mind hysterical. It didn’t help when my husband picked up my head and his eyes bulged out of his-
“My GOD, is it THAT bad?,” I wail. He didn’t answer, he was too busy putting my ample white behind in his truck, grabbing ice and driving like a bat out of hell, towards the ER I had recently walked out of-after calling out the employees no less. As I walked in, I immediately placed my eyes on Dawn, who calmed me as she directed me towards the door. I knew where to go all right. I just didn’t know if they would help me, or hurt me. They had so much power at that moment.
A friend of mine, Katie, was the charge nurse, praise God. She gave me a hug and an ice pack, told me the doctor would soon be in. As Dwain sat on the bed, this came over the PA System:
ATTENTION: SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER. SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER.
“Fabulous,” I murmured. And then it hit me, we were the only people there, aside from an 83 year old man with a dizzy spell. What the Harry???? They were talking about me for crying out loud! I couldn’t figure this out as the knot on my head was the size of a peach, but the wound wasn’t bad, it bled very little.
Dr. Ammons didn’t waste any time checking me over. I was told it would hurt like hell for a few days, but that I was extremely fortunate as if I had hit one inch below, I could have had serious eye trauma. If my cranium had hit a few inches lower? I could have knocked out my front teeth. But I knew about head trauma, and I was frightened. I kept what I knew to myself, forgetting that my man is a first responder.
And so it was, that I woke this morning with a shiner the size of Texas, and a headache to beat the band.
And because of His love? I’ll be strutting my stuff, sooner than you can say the words accident prone.