Lately, I have been sleeping well. Is this due to having a heart that has been relieved? Probably not. I would think that it is mostly due to the pain medicine I have been taking.
As you know, if you've been reading Life with Lynnie lately, you'll know that I had a bad fall last Tuesday.
There was some gardening and cleaning out of weeds that needed to be done at the house I own over near the University of Windsor. And, it was bothering me. So, I made the decision to get up early last Tuesday and get it done.
By 6:30 a.m., I was there, working hard. I realize I gave a brief synopsis of what happened, but now, I'm going to explain what happened in more detail.
Almost done the work, I got the spade and tried to dig out a plant. At first, I stood holding the spade, wondering which foot I should use on the shovel. This may seem silly to you, but you see, for several years, I've had a knee that needs replacing.
My reasoning was that since I could not really put pressure on the shovel with the foot of the leg with my bad knee, so I decided I needed to stand on that leg, instead. That way, I could use my good leg/foot to put pressure on the shovel.
Due to what followed, I now know that I cannot use a shovel every again, ever.
Instead of being able to fulfil my chore, my bad leg's knee that I was standing on, gave out. Down I went, twisting as I fell.
There was nothing I could do to stop this. In fact, I never even felt panic. No sound did I make. I went down in silence.
Nose first, I hit the concrete sidewalk. Believe me when I say, I spoke with God as I hit the cement. My thought was great, now I'm going to have a broken nose and possibly a broken face, too!
Now, I must admit once again, I am not perfect. The second thought I had I actually spoke aloud, but I cannot repeat it here, for it would be unbecoming for any Christian. Yup, I'm sure you got the idea. And, yes; I quickly confessed this to God and repented.
Laying between the houses that early in the day, I knew no one would come by to help me up.
My first attempt was a total failure. In fact, at first I thought possibly I was paralysed, but I quickly realized from the amount of pain I experienced, I was not.
I laid there, talking with God, asking Him why He didn't take me home.
Look at it this way, once again, I could have died. It was only later when the nose and facial pain was under control, that I realized that I also hit my head, and hurt my shoulder/arm, again.
Even laying there, I realized that God must have a plan for me, still. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be around.
In any case, after several attempts, with my nose bleeding, I managed to get myself up and on my feet. I looked at the time.
Being about 7:15 a.m., I knew the walk-in clinic with x-ray unit, wasn't yet open and I knew I did not want to go to the hospital, so I did what some people have told me was something they felt they couldn't have done. I finished up.
Then, I went to the clinic. As I knew I would, I had several x-rays done of my face and nose. In fact, the x-ray radiologist/technician couldn't tell if my nose or face was broken.
Why? Well, you'll have to read about it, tomorrow. There's too much to say, today.
Except, I would like to thank those who have prayed for me and ask for continued prayer. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
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