I've had a whole bunch of stuff I've wanted to say. Every so often, usually in the shower, I get these great ideas about things I want to say on my blog, but of course, I can't bring the computer into the shower with me, so I forget. Even now, I'm trying to remember what it was.....
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I had a dream a few weeks ago. In my dream, I was finally going to go to Italy. The vacation of my dreams. It was day of my departure, and I was at the airport, ready to board my flight, when I realized that I hadn't packed for the trip. I rushed home, packed a few things, ran back to the airport to discover I'd missed my flight. For some reason, in my dream this was the only chance I had to make it to Italy. I was too late.
Two nights ago, I had the same dream. Only this time I was going to Hawaii. I was leaving my husband and children behind. Again, I'd forgotten to pack. And again, I missed my flight.
I awoke with this looming sense that something big is about to happen, and I'm not prepared. And in light of all of my health problems lately, I couldn't help wondering if my time is coming. Or maybe Heavenly Father is just sending me a gentle reminder to shape up.
ps: this is me nearly dead. Thanks Peter for taking the picture.
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I have been overwhelmed with all of the kind words, phone calls, dinners, emails and visits I have received from friends and neighbors who'd heard I was sick. I don't know how everyone knew (except for the fact that the Relief Society are notorious gossipers, and I haven't exactly been hiding it). I just want you all to know I really, truly appreciate it. You know who you are.
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This weekend has been rough. C left me on Friday. Ok, he didn't leave me leave me. He just flew out to California to watch a baseball game. And a college football game. And an NFL football game.
I am a football widow.
Well, I guess when it rains, it pours. I had a test done on Friday, to see whether or not I have cancer. I don't have results yet, but needless to say, considering my recent dreams, I'm a little freaked. In addition, I haven't been feeling so great.
Then, last night, 15 minutes after I'd left my parents' house (because that's what I do, when my husband is out of town), I had the kids in the bath. Peter was climbing out, when she slipped, and hit the back of her head on the tile surrounding the bathtub. When, I heard the loud bang, and the instant scream, I ran into the bathroom (no I wasn't in there, don't judge me), to see blood and hair everywhere. She hit the side of the tub so hard, it actually cut her hair.
I rushed all the kids out to the car and headed to the emergency room. After several frantic phone calls to my mom, dad and C; my parents, bless their hearts, met me at the emergency room. Mom took KJ and TJ home and put them to bed at her house, while my Dad stayed with me and Peter at the hospital. My parents are the most supportive, loving people in the whole world. I love and appreciate them so much!
After waiting for infinity and beyond (almost 4 hours), Peter got 3 staples in her "brain" (as she puts it).
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Then, this morning, I woke up bright and early to lead the ward choir in sacrament meeting. They sang Wilberg's arrangement of "Come Thou Fount," my all time favorite hymn. It was awesome!************
Needless to say, I am exhausted.
23 comments:
I am so glad she's OK! That looks painful.
And I hope you are feeling better soon too!
You're getting CANCER tests? Sherrie! I'm so worried about you. I really hope that things get better and it really was just your thyroid. I hope that Peter is feeling better soon. Poor thing.
Love the song you sang. It's my favorite hymn as well. Hope you get feeling better and sorry about the wait in the ER. Head wounds bleed like crazy.
Hope your week gets better and you get results from your tests soon. HUGS.
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Yup you are maxing out!
Head wounds are the worst. They bleed like crazy and freak you out! I am glad she is a trooper and is doing well.
Sounds like you have a lot of great support!
And I thought I had a sucky weekend! I hope things improve for you soon!
First--you are and have been in my prayers.
Second--poor baby!! That looks nasty.
Third--you are AWESOME!!
Like I told you yesterday, If you have cancer and die on me, I will be seriously pissed off.
I love you, and need the other half of my brain to talk me down.
Call me later.
I think it you're turn to have a good week.
I just posted about a dream I had last week. And my husband's out of town, too.
I spend much of my children's bath time on the computer, or the couch watching my evening TV shows. So no judgment here. But I would've FREAKED OUT at a head wound like that. It cut her hair?! Criminey.
I'm glad you've got people taking care of you. And I really hope your results are negative. ;o)
Sorry your not feeling well, and dang, I can't believe it cut the hair..
wow, girl get some rest!
The dreams would freak me out too -- esp. the repetative-ness. However, I've had it happen before and it turns out to be nothing, more than my anxiety before I went to bed. :)
"Come, Thou Fount" is so my song. The line that says, "Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love" really speaks to me. I'm such an independent dork I forget to tell Him, "Here's my heart, oh take and seal it..."
If you get cancer, then I'm getting cancer. And I totally don't want cancer.
And thank you for coming on Wednesday night. It was such a kind thing for you to do.
Love you!
Ok, so totally not judging over here. I do the same thing. Once my kids hit 4 or 5 years old, they're pretty much on their own it the tub. I leave the door open so I can her them, wash their hair and little bods, and then it's all about the playtime for them. So don't kick yourself for that one ok?
I'm glad she's ok, and it was just three staples. Now she has a fun "war injury" to talk about.
Sher, I really, really hope the tests come back with good news. I'm praying for you. Mostly I hope you can have some peace of mind during this difficult period! Love ya'!!!
You, my friend, have more than enough on your plate right now. I'm sorry for all that you have been dealing and are still dealing with.
Remember I love you like a fat kid loves cake and I am just a text away..... You're in my thoughts and prayers,
Also hoping you get to feeling better soon.
And ouch. Even the staples look painful.
I cannot believe it cut her hair. That is horrible.
And I cannot believe your getting cancer tests! I really, really hope that everything works out for you. I'll keep you in my prayers.
The 'something big' could be about many things- perhaps it's a good thing about your music? In any case, the test is going to come back negative. Having cancer is a long shot so you can just stick that worst case scenario back in the bag (I say that with humor, not censure in case it didn't come across that way). Prayers going up for you from us.
Oh Man Sher i'm sorry! And poor Peter!!! But you are right we realy fo have the most amazing parents ever!!!
OUCH!! we have had many head wounds...yep they bleed bad..at least that one is in her hair...not visable scars! Hope she and you are feeling better!
Ouch - on the staples to the brain.
I love that photo of you ----(tee,hee) gotta love that one eh.
Hope you start feeling better Sher. I've been thinking about you.
And that trip your not packed for, I bet it will be a GREAT one, YUP
You are amazing! I can't believe all of the things that you courageously handle by yourself. I think someone would have to pick me up off the floor if my husband was out of town, I felt like crap and had a child that needed to go to the ER. Wow! You deserve a prize! I'm glad your parents are close by to help out and it sounds like you have some pretty good neighbors as well. Good luck with everything. I am thinking of you.
My first time on your blog. It looks like a wonderful place.
Our emergency room visits ALWAYS happen when my husband is out of town!!! He hasn't set foot in the emergency room!! UNFAIR!
When my son had staples in his head years ago, my worst fear was that I would accidentally catch them in the comb and pull them out while combing his hair!! It makes me wince just to think about it!
Feel better!
You should be exhausted! Man girl, enough already. Poor Peter. Poor Mom. Hope things get better for you, and that you don't have cancer. That is my favorite hymn too.
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