Thought For the Week
"I testify that the Atonement of Jesus Christ covers all of the trials and hardships that any of us will encounter in this life. At times when we may feel to say, 'Hope you know, I had a hard time,' we can be assured that He is there and we are safe in His loving arms."
Because this week has been a very difficult one for me, this talk came to mind, "Hope Ya Know, We Had a Hard Time," by Quentin L. Cook. Really good talk, really good reminders of things we probably know, but forget when things look rather dismal. If you look it up, enjoy:).
Then there are BIRTHDAYS:
Jim Jr. is TOMORROW Jan. 11th
Mary Elizabeth is Sunday, Jan. 12th
Rachel Bullinger is Sunday, Jan. 12th
Seth Huyett is Sunday, Jan. 12th
Tanner Reagan Oliphant will be officially 3 years old on Thursday the 23rd:)!!!
About that New Year...
Guess it didn't get off to the greatest start for me this time around. Sunday night I didn't get much sleep (no idea why) and Monday, about mid-afternoon I had to ask Dad to take me home from the office because I felt like a truck had run over me - so very, very tired. Once home I just crawled into bed - with my clothes on. The next thing I remember is getting up at some point in the night to go to the bathroom...then awakening to Dad's head being over mine, talking to me and trying to get me to move my body in a way for him to get me untangled and out of the doorway. Apparently I had passed out and, as a result, fallen just before the bedroom door between the dresser and the chest of drawers. Judging from the pain I quickly became aware of, I must have scraped the left side of my body against the chest on my way down...and I found a cut on my chin later so somehow I hit something with my chin on the way down too.
With what felt like extreme effort I was able to move parts of me just a little and Dad was able to pull me back close to the bed, turn me over, get my knees under me so that I was closer to the bed height, and then pull me onto the bed and up to the top. It was not an easy procedure and I am glad he was able to do it. At that point he wanted to call an ambulance and get me to a doctor; all I wanted at that point was to not move at all - so he waited. Made it through the day mostly in bed and having Dad totally support me on those occasions when movement was necessary; as long as I wasn't moving, I didn't hurt. As soon as I moved, I did hurt. We finally came to the conclusion that I might have broken a rib - very low, in back - and he got me a back brace to see if that helped with the pain at all.
That was Tuesday; Wednesday morning I thought I could manage a trip to urgent care to check on the broken rib theory. We made it there and I was a little sad that they were far more intererested in figuring out why I had blacked out than in figuring out why I hurt so much. I guess, in the long run, that was good, because they discovered that I had a urinary tract infection, which according to the PA could account for my tiredness and for the passing out. So we were given a prescription for an antibiotic along with a pain killer prescription and told to go home and rest. All of that took the entire morning. I went to bed and Dad went to get the medicines. Spent most of the rest of the afternoon in bed, moved to the couch in the evening and was finally able to start the antibiotic, which was to be taken "2 hours after a meal." Since I was moving around a little better (had asked Dad to bring in my walking sticks and was using them instead of him to get around our apartment) I was thinking that Thursday morning I could go in to the office, at least for a little while.
Thursday I got myself up, drank all the required water and made my oatmeal breakfast (can't do my drink right now because calcium is prohibited while doing the antibiotic) so that I would be able to take my medicine around 9 am. Got dressed and ready to go, then told dad I would just rest on the couch a little while he finished getting ready. By the time he was ready I realized that I was physically exhausted and probably should NOT go in...in tears of course. Through the day I realized that that was an important decision as I was making multiple trips to the bathroom each hour which would have been a very painful and long process if I had been at the office. So I am stuck at home until hopefully Sunday - when I hope to try going to church - and then Monday, when I hope to resume my office duties. Prayers would be greatly appreciated:). My goodness what a mess I have gotten myself into:(!
More interesting news for the week is that Eli started his preschool and appears to love it, and I had a call from Sara saying that Patrick is to be sworn into the National Guard next Wednesday, the 15th. Our prayers will be with him and with her as we wait to hear what the exact schedule and time frames are. And, I almost forgot...shame on me! Christi and Ammon went to Utah and back so that Ammon could have the blessing of another surgery on his ear. I love Rachel's posts about this remarkable brother:). He really has been through a lot...as has the mom that has had to do all the driving! Haven't heard anything from the east coast lately and not very much from Texas - so hoping that you all are doing well. I think we may try a trip in the motor home up to see Charlotte and Seth on a weekend in January, just to see how things work; Dad has had a lot of fun spending time with it (as only Dad can) and is anxious to start traveling:).
Love to all...
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