Bumpy Morning

I was jerked dead bang awake at 4am with sharp pain in both sides - rats. What a bumpy way to start a Wednesday. Fortunately, a bit of well applied heat did the trick and I was able to get back to sleep for a bit before rising at 6am.

On the drive to work I listened to the CD Chris sent, especially the song "Jesus' blood never failed me yet; this one thing I know, that He loves me so." What a comfort. Especially right now with the house a disaster from Kiel being home and "repacking" and things in a state of temporariness.

The day proved to be productive, thank God. I was able to transition successfully a number of projects to my satisfaction, clear and organize the rest of my files, and attend several meetings, troubleshoot exceptions at the iDesk, attend to personnel issues and set a team meeting agenda.

And the pain has not come back so far. Good sign. Sometimes a bump is just a bump. Nothing major. I got a lot of bumps when I was a kid. One time at my Grandmother's house, when I was about seven, I slipped on the frame of an old truck parked in the circular drive and gashed my forehead open. It was a holiday, and my parents managed to convince an old country doctor to take a look. He stitched me up in his office without a lick of anesthesia. I was fussing and crying, and he looked over the top of his glasses and told me to quit being such a big baby and hush up.

It worked. I stopped crying and sat still. He stitched my cut. I went back to Grammas. He didn't even put a bandaid on it! My brothers, sisters and cousins admired my stitches for a minute, then we all went back to playing. No big deal. That old doctor did a pretty good job, too, because I have never been self conscious of the scar which is clearly visible, yet people tend not to notice it.

So hopefully this 'bump' is just a bump. No big deal. But let's not have a repeat of last night! I'm in no mood for a trip to the doctors.