Ya’ll, this is going to be a long 6 weeks. Yeah, 6-8 weeks, not 4-6 weeks like I originally thought. I feel so bad for Scott. He’s really in pain. And honestly, I don’t think I’ve seen him in serious pain like this in the 12 years we’ve been together. But gosh, he can’t do too much. He needs help getting up from the couch, pulling the lever on the recliner, eating, drinking, getting his pills, getting all the remotes/phones for him, buttoning/zipping pants. Haven’t even tackled getting his shirt off and getting showered and dressed yet. As of now, I’m being a trooper (no pun intended!) but after 6 weeks of this?! I know this isn’t all about me but I’m going to need some prayers for some patience and compassion.
Scott hurt at work
This morning I woke up at 5:15am, rolled over and saw Scott standing beside our bed with a sling on his right arm. I jumped out of bed asking what had happened. He just said come on, corporal is in the living room. I followed him out still asking what had happened. I said a quick hello to corporal–and thank goodness I had my cute pj’s on, lol–and still asked Scott what was going on. He said they were at a road check and a guy bush bonded and he went after him. Apparently he slipped on some very wet asphalt (supposedly there was a sprinkler nearby), he fell putting 75% of his body weight on his shoulder where he landed. He broke his collarbone. The guy was caught and charged. Scott went to a local clinic, had x-rays and the bone is definitely split in 2 he said. Scott was getting whoosy from the pain shots he’d been given and was starting to mumble and not make much sense. Corporal and I looked at each other and were like, ok, time for you to go to bed. He didn’t protest too much but I did convince him to call his mom and dad. And I called my mom. I sort of wished he had called me on the way to the dr but he was right in the fact that I couldn’t have done anything except worry. It’s a good thing Corporal didn’t show up at my door. I might have fainted. I rarely, rarely and I mean rarely ever worry about Scott at work. Most people say if they were me, they’d worry all the time. I don’t know, something about knowing even if something happened, it happened doing what he loved makes it ok. And I know he has lots of angels around him. And God does give me that peace that lets me not be eat alive with worry. Part of me thought, oh, Emma and I didn’t pray for Daddy last night but I knew that God protected him from something even worse happening. What about a broken back or neck or even if the guy had a gun, he could have been shot. So today I’m thankful he’s at home with me and I’m being a very good nurse. I’m so proud of him. Today I kind of got a new perspective on police (firefighters, emt, etc). He chased after that guy and every time he goes out, he stops people and chases people all for the good of the people. So thanks to all our hard workers and my husband who take care of us all.
Reunion
There’s so much to talk about on the reunion. For now, it was a blast and big success as far as we can tell.
Emma attempts to play teacher
E: Next we are going to put a dot by our name. S, come up!
S attempts to put a dot by her name
E: A dot.
S attempta again to do it right.
E: A dot! A dot, sweetie! Do a dot!
She cracks me up
Reunion Day #1
So last night was our last reunion meeting. Yay! I didn’t even think about that until I just typed that. Our leader seems a bit bitter about the whole thing. I had suggested we lower the at-the-door price so more people would show up and she agreed but you could tell she didn’t want to come down on it. She said she didn’t care about how she dressed. She didn’t want to provide drinks at the game. She didn’t want to do appetizers at the after game party. I understand the whole money thing and we’re overbudget right now but it seemed she didn’t want to do it because she was like mad about the whole thing. I don’t know. Tonight is the game. I have to meet her there at 6 to help set up and greet people. Then tomorrow I have to go get the cake and be there about 12-1 to help decorate. The good news I have no responsibilities at the actual reunion. I don’t have to speak, hand out anything. Just have to sign people in in the first 30 minutes. That’s it. And that should be easy. OH! I need to go get some cash out of the bank. Whew, glad I remembered. I think it may turn out pretty good though. The only thing I think is sketchy is the food. It’s not supposed to show up until 15 minutes after the start time so it can get there and we just eat. But that’s going to look redneck if we’re eating out of styrofoam carryouts. I hope they’ve thought about what to put it in. In fact, I just emailed them about it. Ugh, I can’t wait until this is over. I AM really excited to see everyone but I just hope its not lame.
New hairdo
Yesterday was an event. I decided to have my hair cut and colored by someone who was twice the distance but half the cost. She was highly recommended by a good friend. I was not disappointed. It’s a cute cut and I got 3 colors in my hair! The top was dyed back to my regular brown color (after I had put in sun-in in it this summer). The bottom half is 3 shades of brown darker. Then I have a one inch stripe of honey blonde about an inch back from my face. Yes, people, there are strands of blonde in my hair. I really like it. And my mom, sister and husband all like it and they usually are pretty upfront about reviews on my hair.
Here’s the bad part. The blonde came out too bright and the darker brown not dark enough. So she had to do it twice. And Scott told me while I was getting it done that he was supposed to be in Charlotte for a very important meeting in about an hour from then. So he had my sister come over to my house to watch the kids until I got there. Well, I took our Jeep to the salon and when I came out of the salon, it would not start. And Scott was already on the way to Charlotte. So Heather had to get Lexi up from her nap and bring Emma and my niece with her on the 35 minute drive to get me. So I ended up going to a little restaurant across the street (which was on Main Street in a small town) and had a salad and piece of pie. So from my end it was a nice afternoon but poor Heather had to scramble. The good news is Emma and my niece fell asleep on the way and I did get her out of about 2 hours of work.
Hope
So it looks like I might actually have found some help for the girl in my bible study. There’s some guy the state Baptist convention recommended. He’s some sort of dr but I haven’t talked to him so I’m not sure exactly what type of services he provides. I also found some books that I think would really help her. I see so much potential and hope for this girl. I hope she runs with all advice and help we will hopefully have for her.
work update
I ended up working 43 hours last week. That’s 13 hours above my normal work week. That’s ridiculous. I got everything fixed and it’s all working, but whew. And it’s not slowing down either. I’ve got a lot to do this week and next week. But I think I can do it in my regular work hours. Hopefully anyway.