BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN......

We went up to the hospital to see someone from church who had an accident. She was riding a horse that got antsy and started jumping around. The saddle rolled and she fell off but her foot got stuck in the stirrup and the horse dragged her about 10 feet kicking her in the head. Pretty serious, but she's doing good and got to go home
today. Her husband is really funny and was making jokes about the powerful pain killers the Dr. had her on. Donna had a lot of aches and pains but she was loving everbody at that time. She loved the doctors and the nurses, she loved the man who owned the horse, she loved her husband who bumped her in her big black eye showing us how it happened, she even loved the horse who almost killed her because "he was precious and he didn't mean to do it." She was laying there with her little mouth going ninety to nothing loving everybody. I chuckled and said, "Fred, will Donna get to take her pain medicine home with her?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Lord, I hope not, she's blonde enough already." You could tell how much he loved her though. Several times while telling us about the accident he had big tears in his eyes. But poor little Donna continued to get blonder the longer we stayed, so we left in a few minutes so Fred wouldn't have to roll his eyes anymore.

HUGS AND KISSES....

Just a few minutes of time together...hectic, crazy, insane...we still say it's so worth it. At least we get to see each other, breath the same space for a few seconds, hug a few times, say I love you a few times, and once again say "good bye."
One thing I do is kind of sit back and observe everyone on an individual basis. I look at this special person's hair, what they have on, how stressed or not stressed they look. I see the eyes and and every part of their being. Why do I do this? It's not to judge or try to keep up with their personal life, or try to know every single thing going on. I think it's to connect and to feel a part of them for a few precious minutes. I do this with the babies as well. I observe. In doing so I have these big, special, feelings of... "I love you."

PLACES TO GO, PEOPLE TO SEE, THINGS TO DO....

Physical Therapy...I don't know what I expected to see, but so far it's all old people. Where are all the big buff guys with football injuries? Even my physical therapist is a little scrawny guy. Oh, well. Not to say these little Seniors don't have plenty to say. They certainly do. They want to get in there and get their therapy over with because they are "busy." Their words, not mine.

I was sitting at the table with a little old lady yesterday. We both had heat packs on our arm. She said she was 71 and works at MacDonalds. She saw a little puddle of water and thought..."now someone is going to slip and fall in this"" Next thing she knew it was her. She said, "I was standing perfectly still and the next thing I knew I was laying in the puddle." She said she had to hurry up and get this arm well, because she is far to busy to be sitting around waiting for bones to heal. She said, "If I live long enough I've got a lot of things I want to do. The lazy people can sit around...I'm just too busy to do that." So, needless to say, I'm being greatly inspired by these little old folks I'm meeting. They're a pretty fun group of people.

YA GOT MILK?..........

Have I got a funny story to tell. I have found out just what a big baby I am. Rudy and I were at Sam's yesterday. I saw this lady passing out little cups of stuff to people. Since she had her arm in a sling she caught my eye. I went a little closer and lo and behold she had an external fixator on her arm...pins and all. When she had a break in her work, I said, "so, how did you do it? She saw my brace and smiled. I told her I just got my pins out a few weeks ago. So, here's her story.

"Well, Honey," she said. "My husband was in the hospital so I had to empty the
garbage myself. I fell over a trash can that had gotten blown into my yard. I knew I broke my wrist so I got into my car and drove myself to the doctor. However, I needed to stop at Walmart, so, while I was there I just bought a little brace to put on my arm. When the dr saw my arm he said, "how in the world did you get that brace on your arm. I told him I just gritted my teeth and put it on. The dr just shook his head. He said I would have to see an Orthopedic dr, but I couldn't in right away when they called to make me an appointment. So, I drove all over the place, then decided to go home until someone could set my arm. Since I couldn't get in to the dr I wanted, I decided I might as well go to work. So, I never missed one day with this broken arm. It was three days before they set it. I did have six pins, but they took two out, so now I only have four. The dr said he'd take the pins out in the office without putting me to sleep. So, Honey, what's your story?" I just looked at her. Finally, I said..."how old are you?" She said, "Oh, I'm 74. I said..."74, huh." Well, she just chuckled when I told her that the ladies of my church brought me food for 10 days, my daughter came and stayed with me for a week, my husband cleaned my arm for me twice every day, and my daughter fixed my hair for me every week and drove me all over the place, and my family babied me, and I wondered if anyone could die from a broked wrist, and my dr ABSOLUTELY did not take my pins out without putting me to sleep, thank you!! She chuckled again and said, "Honey, I'm just an old farm girl. I got up and milked those cows all my life."

Is that not the funniest story? Milking cows...who ever would have thought.