The Duck's broken collar bone happened during a tobaggoning event. She landed at the bottom of the hill, and then someone landed on top of her.
Funny thing is she didn't complain or cry alot when it happened, so we didn't think anything was too serious - maybe pulled muscles. But the following day, as she and I were walking to the post office, she couldn't take the pain anymore. Off to emergency. Four hours, one x-ray and a fancy sling later - then she starts crying! Apparently the broken collar bone is going to interfere with her social life. There was another tobaggoning party at the end of the week, too!
Once we got past that episode, two days later the next domino fell. I woke up so sick with a head cold I sounded like Darth Vader's mom. But, Duck does not come by her stoic behaviour over injury/illness by chance. No cold is going to hold me down. Pack the tissues and pull out the cough syrup! Life goes on.
That's when God told me to sit down. The cold quickly moved from sniffing and occasional cough to gasping for air every time I walked across the room and spiking a fever that had me buried in blankets sweating and shaking. Now it was my turn to hit the emergency room.
So here I am wondering what it is that God has me to learn from all this. I have nothing but time to read, think, study and pray.
And then there is these two lovely ladies from church who arrived on Thursday afternoon to pick up the Duck for a girls' party (yes, her social life has survived!). These are the pictures of them shoveling my driveway (big snow this morning) so that when my husband arrives home, he can park there.
So what if the front stairs need to be vacuumed. So what if the kitchen taps are dripping. So what if the school books aren't coming out until closer to 10 each morning. No, I don't want a 'do-over' - I'm learning to appreciate this one.
Yes, life goes on. Even without me pushing it where I think it should go.
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