On Monday December 11, 2017 my finger felt as if it were being stabbed while on fire and in a meat grinder. I had pulled hangnail a day or two earlier and ended up with a paronychia that felt as if a machete removing my finger would make it all better. It started feeling better the next day. I kept it wrapped and applied oils, and it seemed to be ( Read more... )

In short, I have to wear a cumbersome boot for six weeks and avoid walking for three. The doctor said that some of tiny bones were crushed and may never heal. God can work miracles, so I'll let you know on that one. Meanwhile, pain has increased, and I'm already tired of sitting. I am not one who likes to sit. A friend came and took me to the ( Read more... )

Proverbs 3:7,8 ( Read more... )

090830 Whiner Report

I hate physical discomfort. There is pain, and then there is pain. I feel like a whiner sometimes, because the ache is not a 'real' pain. I know it can get worse; I've had far worse, but this ache is, well, a pain! It creeps up on me, teasing me with it's presence. It doesn't come out and stab me in a frontal assault like ( Read more... )

Age 22 and 23 were probably the most exciting years of my life. I had two boyfriends - at the same time, and they were both wonderful in their own ways. One taught me skiing, hiking, camping, and paid my way through everything. (I really liked the other, but he's not part of this blog.) Skiing was fun up until that time at Keystone when someone ( Read more... )