So… S needed her ortho follow up.
They squeezed her in, so this morning we got up early and headed into the city. Continue reading “So nice when things go right”
Category: flotsam
Small trials, small victories
S is a much better person than I am. For a lot of reasons. But here’s one.
She doesn’t let things make her crazy.
Like, the day after we went to Shock Trauma, and she came out scratched up and bandaged up and in 2 casts, we stopped at the local CSV here, to get emergency refills of a few things, plus a bunch of other supplies, because quite obviously she was going to be here longer than planned.
Step by step … blessed
So it’s been a few days since S had her fall. She’s in two casts, and her face is scabbed over where she got rug burn during the fall. So is her knee. And her mouth got pretty mashed up when she landed, so it hurts to chew. Continue reading “Step by step … blessed”
19 for 19
(There are so many more words I could choose, but 19 is a good beginning…) Continue reading “19 for 19”
Unforeseen medical drama
So about the time this post was going live — reminding myself that regardless of the nightly news or any other circumstance, God is always and always good — I found myself en route to a trauma center in Baltimore.
My friend and travel buddy S came down Tuesday night. It was just to be a quick visit — dinner together, then she’d leave for her Dad’s in the morning on Wednesday, while I went about my work day as usual.
Alas, not to be “as usual” in any way. Continue reading “Unforeseen medical drama”
Long dark drive
If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you can tell why it’s called semi-random flotsam.
It’s very… flotsam-y. Just whatever floats out of my head to this screen…
And that, as you may have noticed, is often rather random.
There are long stretches where there’s nothin at all.
And then I’m back. Spewing my semi random flotsam.
Travel comes up often (which I love and am thankful to get to go). Fitness comes up at intervals. DuoLingo, cooking, work, peeves, faith.
And my commute. If you stick around, you’ll probably tire of hearing of the commute. Continue reading “Long dark drive”
