Two Boots.

Sometimes I think I seriously miss the boat. Once when my back was hurt I slipped and fell down a short flight of steps about 5 of them. My wrist was sore but nothing compared to my back. The short end of that tale was a little hot pink cast on my wrist. It was the same pink cast I soaked off in the hot tub a couple of weeks early because it itched so bad I was going to lose my mind.

Nurses can be hard headed, I am in the perfect profession in that regards.

We have established that USUALLY I am not a whiner, right? Aside from sudden and intense withdrawals from the west coast, it's beaches, coffee, and cool ocean breezes.

I mean now and then, I have mentioned that I live with pain, but I don't moan and groan or you wouldn't come back. I know because whiners drive me crazy. So imagine my surprise when the results of my bone scan came back positive for stress fractures in both ankles!




Two boots?! Two boots for 6 weeks.

I can get around ok.


To snap some shots of these beauties for you.

Yum, can't wait for these and neither can these scary bugs!


So now what? Tomorrow I find out if the doctor is going to take me off of work. I don't see how I can. It's too fast paced, I'll fall on my face or worse, not a pretty sight. NOT.

May I philosophize a bit? I believe that "all" things that God allows in His children's lives are for good. Even these little nasty looking gifts, that outwardly seem unfair.

I have an idea in my head for another book and it's churning around ready to come out and be typed. I can't do that while hoofin it around the ICU. I can't do anything when I work those 12 hour shifts except hit my bed and thank God that I am still alive. Sometimes I feel like I signed up to be a Navy Seal or something. The attitude in the unit where I work is that the "new kid on the block," should have the toughest assignments. While I am jumping around the others are sitting, and chatting with their feet propped up, bad for morale, mine not theirs.

The funny thing is I have been telling the Hunny that when I get home I can barely walk. It has been very hard to get up the stairs. I was blaming arthritis, being over weight, etc,... etc...
but it is fractures. I am not a whimp. When I was a little girl I was a whiney Mama's baby and couldn't stand anything. I am not a whimp, hee hee snort!

In my last post I made a joke about unemployed nurses, now it's not so funny. I could make this a workman's comp case because my right ankle cracked at work. I haven't worked there very long and I really don't want to do that.

I am thinking a lot right now about what I do want. Do you think that God gives us our desires?
The desires in our hearts and our secret dreams? Those things we wish we could do? Those if nothing was in your way what would you do with your life kind of secret dreams?

I think He does. I think the only thing in the way, is our believing that He will do it for us.

Would you like to know what my dream is?
I would like to know yours. What if we stopped pretending for a moment and thought about those deep longings in our souls. Life is too short to waste even , a minute.

My dream is to write, and speak for womens conferences. My dream is to go on every short term mission trip our church offers every year, every time. My dream is to give my life away. My first book is already set aside to be given for minsitry, it is waiting for a route to be published. I just haven't seen a way yet, but God. When He is ready it will happen.

My dream is to be available to do whatever God wants me to do, whenever he wants me to do it.
I think if working full time in the ICU was where he wanted me to be, I wouldn't be wearing two boots.