This past week I have suffered the loss of my hand. I have had to learn what it is like to lose the use of two fingers because of a nasty cut and sixteen stitches. Ouch, ouch, ouch.
I waited so long for summer to get here. I was excited it was my first week out of school and freedom to work in the yard, take long walks, exercise, and really clean house. Last Thursday night (a week ago) we were heading to bed. I picked up my glass beside me to put in the dishwasher and start it. I walked into the kitchen and picked up my tea glass to empty and fill up with water. I don’t know what happened but perhaps one was falling and I grabbed it and perhaps hit it on the granite. It happened so fast and I was bleeding so bad I have no clue.
We spent 3 hours in the ER. The worst part was the four shots they gave me to deaden the fingers and boy did it deaden for a full twenty-four hours.
Right now I feel like I am losing control – losing control of my Bible studies and writing in my workbooks, blogging, commenting on other blogs, cleaning up old emails, yard work and house work and all those drawers and closets that need cleaning out so I can donate, and that pool is calling now that the days are over 100 degrees.
Next week the stitches will come out. I’m looking forward to losing the stitches, but not what it may feel like while they pull all sixteen out, nor the tenderness for the next few weeks, but this too shall pass.
Today I am joining Kate Motaung and my five-minute Friday friends. We are blogging about the word lose this week.