When I was in highschool I broke both of my big toes. It's amazing how little you can walk when you have no use of those tiny little appendages. Well, fast forward to last Tuesday.... When we got home from Kansas City after Bryse's surgery I went straight to my friend's house and picked Darby up, drove through Sonic for the kids' dinner and went home. I unloaded the van of all Darby, Cal, Deakin, the diaper bag, my purse, the sonic food, Darby's backpack, her scooter she took to her friend's house, and all the hospital stuff and threw all that on the lawn. Byrse was still pretty out of it and needed to be carried in the house. Deakin is a wild man so meanwhile I was trying to make sure he wasn't running off into the sunset. So I was distracted and in a hurry and as a result I shut the sliding door of our 12 seating full sized van on my right thumb. Hard. I mean, I've never slammed a finger like this. I gasped and fell to the grass in an attempt to released my muscles and relax and started doing those nice diaphramic breaths that help during labor. ; ) Darby started running around looking for some way to help and I just told her to watch Deakin. I walked around some holding my thumb before I realized it was bleeding, from where I did not care, I was too scared to look. I got to my purse and dumped out all my homeopathics with my left hand and rummaged around until I found hypericum and arnica and rescue remedy. Taking those with my left hand was impressive. Then I figured it was time to get some help. Bryse was still sitting in the van waiting to be carried in and the yard was littered with our stuff that needed to be put away! I thought, "I just need help getting everything in the house!" Darby got me a wet wash cloth as I was still bleeding and I went over to our neighbor's house. When they came to the door is when I started crying, "I need help!" then the blubbering started, "Bryse had surgery in Kansas City today and I just shut my thumb in the van door and can't stand to look at it!" They were so sweet. Came over and brought everything in for me and I got the kids started on dinner. It had been about thiry minutes since we got home and all I had was about an hour until bedtime. But I started thinking about all the stuff that needed to be put away, not mention changing Deakin's diaper and putting him in pajamas is a work out! So I texted my pastor's wife and asked if she could help. She's great, good calming presence that had four children of her own that are all grown. She said that my thumb didn't look too bad (I still couldn't look). And she helped a ton for the next hour. Wrestling Deakin into his pjs, reading the kids their bible story before bed while I nursed Deakin, putting things away for me. It was great. I finally wrapped the thumb but kept having to change the bandaging because it was still bleeding. I did several alternative things for gaurding against infection and eventually got the bleeding to stop 3 hours after it happened. Took 4 ibuprofen and went to sleep. It hurt for two days like there was something broken but the joints were all fine. From the top knuckle up was where the damage was. Now it's mainly numb on top and sore on the left side. The bruising is simmering down and looks and feels better but the swelling still hasn't gone down. I still can't use it, although it doesn't kill me everytime I bump it into anything anymore, thankfully! I am amazed at the amount of stuff I can't do without that blasted thumb! Or atleast, the things that are soooo hard to do without it. Folding laundry, washing dishes, changing a diaper, buttoning pants, cutting with a knife, turing a page in a book, tuning the key in the ignition.... I mean, seriously!! Anyway, so that is why I have not been good at texting or typing in the last week. God bless three families through this that have helped! Our Bible study leader's wife came over and cleaned my kitchen and dining room the next day. And an elder from church and his familiy came over and dusted and vacuumed and did some man stuff for me too. Airing up the tires on the kids bikes and checking fluids in the truck and playing with the boys. Praise the Lord!
The church also brought Bryse a basket of flowers. She is so quiet about those things. But after two days of admiring the flowers she finally said, "Mom, I want you to tell the whole church that those flowers just blessed my heart so much." Those of you that know Bryse know that is quite a statement from her!
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Jinger Woolley
10/29/2012 01:56:25 pm
Oh Lindsay,
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