Today starts MEDICAL week. We have our doctor's appointments. I start today, Monday at the dentist. A few months ago, I had a new crown put on the left side of my mouth. Then almost immediately, I had another pain in the right side side of my mouth. So as I go today, I may have another crown to replace and stop the pain I was feeling. I guess we need another miracle. Bon will go to the dentist Wednesday. Then Saturday, we go to Brigham to get our physical exam to verify that we are still alive and can walk a mile or six.
I filled out more papers yesterday. They asked if I ever had shoulder problems. I laughed. I was playing softball as our family often did, and since I am such a stud, I was throwing the ball from left field all the way into home base, and threw my right shoulder out of it's socket. Talk about painful. It is almost as bad as those kidney stones. Anyway, I went to the doctor, and this "slight" nurse could not put it back, they had to put me out, and then TWO of them had to force it back into it's socket.
Then two months later, my right shoulder was not healed sufficiently to use it, so I decided to go and play racquetball with my oldest son, Will. I figured I could still beat him using my left hand. So we started, and some time in the second game, I threw my left shoulder out of it's socket. I was sitting there on the floor, and I told Will to hit me so hard on the head that I could be knocked out. It was too painful. I didn't want to bear the pain of that again. My right hadn't healed enough and now I had the left out of place.
I don't know why, but he decided that he couldn't, wouldn't hit his father over the head to knock him out. NO I didn't ground him, I just groaned and groaned while he drove me to the hospital. (This is totally true!)
Yes, I had to record that on our mission papers. One was done playing softball, and a few months later, the other was done playing racquetball. (...and I was winning too when it happened. I was crushed. At least my memories tell me that. Of course Will doesn't remember it that way.)
I wonder if that piece of information will help the brethren decide where to send us and where not to send us. Who knows. Of course I had to tell them about my six babies, or kidney stones. On dear sister said that she felt delivery of a baby was less painful than delivering a kidney stone. And so I figure that I have had at least six babies, delivered them all, didn't name them or bless them, but did deliver them. Had help with two of them though, they were breech or just didn't want to come.
Well, tomorrow is Medical Week. Let's see if Father has a few miracles in store, or a few more challenges or obstacles to endure before our mission call this summer.
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