Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Day 2 Modern day mortification. I got a cast for Lent - That shows my level of commitment.

Dear God, you know how much women love those before and after photos, so I decided to add my own , however mine were worse after than before which cracks me up .

This is me on codeine. I am wearing my mighty mouse T shirt because you don't wear nice clothing while your getting plastered.
Paul took us to the park , and I brought Joseph, and Rose's razor scooters along. I decided to ride the scooter again , but this time I wanted to impress my boy's. (Paul ,and Joseph) So I sped down the sidewalk on a hill , and at first I was pleased with the kinda speed that I was pulling when it suddenly occurred to me that I couldn't remember where the brake was so I jumped off only to realize that my legs can't go the kinda speed with which my body was now in motion. Yeah, at this point I looked like a cartoon. I aimed my crash for the grassy Knoll , but I over shot it only to hit the concrete , and I stopped the entire process with my left hand.
As I began to walk back to my family, the sky grew dark, and the grass began to look funny so I laid down on the ground, and that's all I can remember.
When I came to , Paul was asking me if I was alright about 50 times, and Kate was pulling on the chunky nubs that had been my fingers, and she said Mom can you move your fingers? I said yes, but not very well . Not as well as you're moving them for me. Then she began twisting my wrist , and she said Mom can you feel that ? I said yeah, Kate I can. Well does it hurt? I said yeah, Kate - it does. Um, a lot. Then she presses on various parts of my hand , and she says's to me can you move it? I said AGAIN , well no not as well as you can, but then Paul yelled at her - KATE STOP TOUCHING YOUR MOTHER. Then I thought a Charismatic thought to myself - praise the Lord , but I couldn't raise my arms. However I was swaying back , and forth, and talking to God .
BTW . Both of my boys were impressed with my cast ! I am told that it costs $400.00, and to think that I could have bought a pretty Easter dress for that . ( another "two -fer" mortification wise)


Vincenzo said...

Praying for your quick recovery.

Melody K said...

I'm sorry you got hurt, Belinda. Praying that you heal quickly!

Belinda said...

Thank you both so much.

Padre Scott SOLT said...

Hope you get better real soon!

ignorant redneck said...

Your on the list!

And do every single thing your Doctor says! i don't know how old you are, but after 45 things don't heal as well--I learned this the hard way!

Belinda said...

Mr. Red ,I am 39 , and have been for the last 9 years !
I have learned the truth of what your saying the hard way.

I also learned that you sin less when your short one arm.

Gluttony- can't make a batch of toll house cookies.

Wrath - slurred speech from prescribed codeine. I am no longer threatening.

Sloth - everything takes twice as long, so I just as well get started now.

Vanity- I can't tie my shoes , button my jeans, or put on my make-up. My husband had to help me to get dressed. Uggggghhhhh!

Pride - I find "crock" shoes ,and elastic waist pants humbling - and smelly casts. Oh, I am a vision right now !

Avarice, The cast cost $400.00, so I can stop WANTING that Easter dress ,with matching shoes.

Lust- Thinking mostly about the pain. Not really a girl issue.

Envy - All I can think about is that I just want to be me again, nobody else.

BUT, I have been cussing , and I do hate that.

Belinda said...

Thank you Padre,

LeoRufus said...

I hope that you are better soon Belinda.
You are in my prayers, especially since you are so much older than me. I am only 28 years old and have been that old since 1984. You should have stopped getting so old sooner!

LeoRufus said...

And what is wrong with Crocks? I wear them around the house and in the yard. Except for when I am mowing the lawn, but there is still snow on the ground so that is not an issue now, but if it were, I would be wearing my boots, not my crocks.

Lola said...

I hope that arm heals up pretty and quick.

God Bless you Belinda, and we'll be praying for a good healing.

I've been cussing too much too, out of frustration with everything and anything. I found out that most frustrations is a symptom of pride, so I better pipe down.