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Sunday, April 8, 2012

OOps I did it again.......

2012 April 7 Journal

Beat and Battered but it really doesn’t show on the outside….

I had a very productive and happy Good Friday and a good Saturday UNTIL 4PM….
I have fallen again, but I finally got up on my feet but not without a prayer.

I was all excited to deliver Leslie’s wonderful cake balls to my Visiting Teaching ladies.
I was juggling the cake balls in little plastic baggies all decorated with ribbon and lying on a plate with a little note attached to take to the car and deliver them...
So not being 100% cautious walking out to my car in the garage I feel my foot get caught on something and I could feel myself being lunged forward again bringing myriads of unpleasant visions of pain and broken bones and torn up body to my head. I fell down basically next to my Jazzy and the cake balls flew forward. The first thing I saw was that the cake balls were still sitting on the plate almost untouched. Thank goodness they were carefully wrapped. But I was stuck! I couldn’t move. My bad knee hit hard and it hurt something fierce. My good knee was cocked funny but I was basically down on all four but really lopsided. My bad foot got knocked into the jazzy and then I finally saw I was bleeding pretty heavy from my left pinky finger. I couldn’t move. Lots of pain and not just from place in my body. Do I yell for Lucy, who probably wouldn’t hear me anyway, because the TV was on in the front room? Again, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t think. I landed in a way that I had no leverage. I sat there in panic mode, so now what do I do. I’m hurt and I cannot help myself! I realized there was only one person who could help me right away…. So I prayed, “Help me get up” Help me find a way to get up.” I repeated that a few times and then my head cleared. It was as if I that panic and shock mode lifted and I could think a bit clearer. I checked to see if I had broken my wrist, but I don’t think so. The raised my arm and it seemed ok too. So thinking I had two arms I then tried to raise myself up with the big green garbage can, (which I have in the garage because it was so full of branches that Landon filled and so I don’t have to bring it out from the back yard through the rocks for garbage day Monday. Last time I left it out on Sunday I got a notice!) But trying to raise myself straight up like that was too high and basically impossible. I finally got the feeling to turn and look the other way and I realized I needed to turn my body into the direction of the Jazzy. I scooted toward the seat of the Jazzy and brought myself around and pulled myself up with my strong arm, just like I do when I get up off the floor. Finally I accomplished it and I got up. Went back in the house cleaned off my bloody finger and hand and put a band aid on the finger and checked myself for any other abrasions but just found a minor one on my elbow.
I finally checked the cake balls and they were fine and as if nothing even happened, so I went out and delivered them to the people that were home.

Got home and this evening I still feel pain in my knee, foot, hips and back, elbow, arm and finger, but it seems if all the damage is inside. Finally took a Tylenol and I hope it works. Going to bed. I got to feel good for Easter! It will be a full day.

I finally realized what I tripped over was the long stick I taped onto the handle of the duster for the fans in the house. I remember hearing it fall in the garage today, but didn’t bother to pick it up. So when I backed in my Jazzy it wedged right at the edge of the step and my foot got caught on that with my shoe and the rest is history.. Maybe I need to clean that area of the garage again. Having the green can in there is too much and it will be gone by Sunday night
I am grateful that my prayer was answered with a calm feeling that I could again think and listen to feelings of survival. No, this wasn’t death threatening situation, but it was scary considering all the damage I have already done to this body with falls.

I have a Gratitude Attitude tonight for sure!

Monday, February 20, 2012

President's Day and my little helpers

Luke loved the flag.

Look at the scrubby bush to close to the garage door.

Well it is President's Day and I got a little help in my yard with weeds and mowing from my home teacher and two of his girls and then my grandsons Luke and Landon were here. Luke was such a cute helper! Then there was Landon...Wait Landon is NOT little !!!!! He is a rather TALL dude for a 13 year old. We had a lot of fun and we also worked hard. I used the shovel to dig up weeds and Luke would pick them up and put them in a small bucket and then transfer them into the green barrel. Landon was pulling weeds and spraying weed killer down. After the biggest job was done I asked Landon if he could over sometime soon and cut the big bush by the drive way down about half the size because it is so unattractive. Well he said, "Let's do it now". So as he was thinning the job kept getting bigger and dusty. He finally sprayed the bush with water and it was much more manageable. With my suggestion we got carried away and hacked alot of the bush down except for the three main stems, but I feel if the bush survives this severe pruning I think it will look pretty again. It is amazing how twisted and gnarly the three main stems are. After all was done it looked so clean in the front yard. I will have to buy more weed killer though to finish the job on the main side of the house and then some for the back yard which we will tackle another day.

Our Ward Scout Troop post American flags every holiday for $35 in our front yards.

Landon smashing down bush in garbage can. King of the Hill!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Bubble

Do you ever feel like you had a heavenly bubble around you to protect you from something? Well today I really felt as if I did. I don’t know how to express the feeling I had, but I will try to explain…..

I was on my way to a District Music Meeting to be held at Playa del Ray elementary school. Usually I give myself plenty of time to drive to my meetings by the surface streets like Elliot or Guadalupe just for the scenery and knowing many times the freeway is just too busy, but I was running a little so I decided to take the 60 to Mesa Drive and then head south to Guadalupe and make the connection into the neighborhood and I would have been on time.

The traffic was smooth and moving along at a fairly descent pace. Everything looked good! I did see a freeway sign saying there was a wreck at Stapley in the HOA lane. As I came over the hill after the Val Vista exit, traffic was getting thicker and I had the distinct impression to get off at Gilbert. I followed the prompting and low and behold as I was on the exit ramp and crossing over the freeway, it looked like a parking lot on the freeway on the other side of Gilbert Rd. Boy, I felt thankful that I felt that prompting to leave the freeway. Everyone was following the traffic laws heading south on Gilbert Road. As I crossed over the freeway and onto that next little intersection (the entrance to Leslie and Jeremy’s first apartment) I was distracted a bit and noticed piles of debris on the medium, kind of as if someone had just dumped their garbage out right there. Disturbed, but knowing I couldn’t do anything about it, I was moving forward only to suddenly see the car in front of me jerk and slam on his brakes and of course I had to slam on mine too so I wouldn’t run into him. The car in front of me stopped short of the car in front of him and I stopped with a bit of room to spare behind him. But then I looked in my rearview mirror and the car behind was having a hard time stopping, but he was stopped but then I heard crunch, crunch, crunch and I saw cars piling into each other and the car behind me inching forward, so I let off my brake so I could go forward a few inches… mind you just a few inches. I was prepared for a “Big Crunch”. I sort of just said to myself, “I stopped but if it is going to happen what can I do now? Then everything stopped. Just like in a big dream or a movie set. Everyone was jumping out of their cars, but I just sat there. I had a tremendous ache in my chest, still don’t know if it was my heart or my esophagus with acid reflux, but it hurt. I was shaking, but believe me…. I was calm and at peace at the same time! The older gentleman in front of me jumped out to see if I was OK. The car in front of him was just inches in front of him. He said, they stalled just in front of him and he said they were the ones who dumped all that stuff on the medium out of their car! He said thanks for not hitting him and then informed me his wife had just called 911. We couldn’t move there was not room to budge. He asked if I was OK. All I just said was that I was really scared and my chest hurt, but I don’t think I got hit. He looked and he said the car behind me was about 6 inches from mine. but it looks like I’m OK. The three cars behind me were not so lucky.
The young black man behind me was amazing! He ran over after calling someone on the phone and said, “Yes! I didn’t hit you!” I shook his hand and I thanked him for his braking and saving my car. Of course he was no so lucky, but he seemed like he could handle it. The lady behind him who I think was probably Ok, but she was out of her car shaking and waving what looked like to me registration and insurance papers, and then in the next car were two trendy looking young women. If this all makes sense I am glad you understand.
The ironic thing was, two police cars where there so quickly, and then what seemed to be just rather fishy or rude is that the car in the front, the one that cause this whole mess got his car started and drove away!
The man in the car in front of me gave the officer his name and phone number and in turn gave the officer a description of the car that was stalled and the license plate # car that his wife had written down and then he was released to go. Since it looked as if everyone could drive their cars, the officers asked the rest of us to all drive to intersection and turn left onto the side street so they could talk to us. I was given a paper to fill out, but was in the end told that since I actually did not really “see” who actually plowed into whom, and that I just “heard” the crunches, I was not a valid witness. He then ripped up the paper that I was filling out and I was then free to leave.
Cautiously I drove off and went to my meeting 40 minutes late.
Do I still feel as if I had a bubble around me! YES!

OK, so I should just let this all go and think no more of it…. I cannot!
I feel I had heavenly intervention today and have been given a reminder that my Heavenly Father loves me and he has things for me to do. I have been a bit down for the last few days, just a little depressed over some feelings, just some bits and pieces, but this was a reminder to keep going, Cheer up! Because in the whole picture of life, all is well. There will be bumps and trials but all in all it is a good journey!