April 6, 2013
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A Seminar and a Mishap
I was up at my usual time this morning, but not to go to Walmart. Instead I got ready to go to Bossier City with Robin for a First Place 4 Health seminar. I am the so-called leader of our tiny group and Robin and I both felt that some fresh inspiration would be welcome. I almost asked Robin if I could toss my jousting chair in the back of her van, but then I thought that would make me look like a pansy, so I didn’t.
My back still hurt from the chairs at the banquet last night, so you can imagine my dismay when I saw that the chairs at the seminar were of a folding variety that I know are almost intolerable for me. To be honest, I don’t know how I made it through the day. I got up and walked around whenever I could, but by afternoon I was really in agony and that affected my ability to focus on the teaching. I finally remembered that I had some ibuprofen in my bag, so I took it. I started feeling a little better right around the time we left!
But anyway, the seminar was excellent and it was also a treat for me to just get to spend so much time with Robin. We shared a table with two sweet ladies from the host church. The location was the youth building of a large church. It was so creatively decorated and thought out that Robin had me take some pictures to show to her architect husband.
When I got home I did rest for a while. Five hours of sleep is just not enough and I was so sleepy for most of the day. Lucy made some gluten free pretzels and they were pretty good–just not as good as “real” ones!
After supper I helped Lucy in her room and we made a little more headway. The deadline is fast approaching! Then, as we were watching a video late in the evening, I got an ominous text from Spencer: “Do we have health insurance?” The answer to that question was “no,” followed by “why?”
He responded that he thinks he has fractured two of his knuckles, followed by a photo of his right hand. It’s definitely injured, but how badly it’s hard to say. He was at a concert and was apparently flailing around during a number by his friend’s band when he hit his knuckles on something very hard. He doesn’t really remember doing it and he was so full of adrenaline that he didn’t notice that he had injured himself until someone pointed out the blood streaming down between his fingers. *sigh*
Having suffered multiple broken bones myself, I sympathize with him. When he gets home (he’s still out) I’ll see if I can splint the hand and get him to take some pain meds so he can make it through the night. Tomorrow I’ll talk to one or more of my nurse friends and see if we can figure out what the cheapest way to get him treated is. Since it’s his right hand and he’s a tennis player, it will have to be taken care of.
This is so incredibly discouraging. We finally scraped together the money to pay our taxes and I thought that maybe we could start thinking about the wedding, and then this. Please pray that we’ll be able to find an affordable solution.
