Thanks to all my wonderful, sweet, caring friends who worried about me when I wrote this. I found a little pill in my cabinet left over from last year TO THE DATE's hysterectomy and got into bed. Not overlooking that irony, I climbed into bed and slept. Until 9 am (school is late, but that's the beauty of home school).
I'd scheduled an appointment for this morning at 11:30, but my arm feels so much better with the help of a good
little narcotic night's rest, I cancelled. I'm pretty sure it's just a jammed and it'll be fine with a little rest. Oddly enough, typing doesn't bother me (and I type for a living, so I dodged a big bullet!).
Jeremiah 17:5 This is what the LORD says: "Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the LORD.
I'll probably jump up again if I ever fell (still not claiming my fall) and scan the vicinity. I'll probably be reluctant to ask my friends for help if I fail, or even let them know of my failure. And I likely will try to fix it myself and not hand it over to God. For me, it'll be a realization...then I'll ask. I'm hard-headed like that!
Don't forget...vote over on the side, the poll to name our Christmas decorating contest goes on until Friday night. I did mention the big winner will be a big winner, didn't I? I'd better open school...keeping my day as on track as possible so I can get those shirts in the mail! The photos are gonna be too funny!