The Day My Mother Swore...

When you are injured and stuck inside the house, it's the little things that make you smile. The thing that made me smile -- and forget my pain if for only a few minutes -- was my mother swearing.

This may sound silly. People swear everyday, I know I do a lot. But my parents do not -- and I mean EVER. In my nearly 28 years of life, I have NEVER heard my mother swear.

However, late one night this past week my mother just let one slide. She was trying to get me settled in my room and was reaching for something she needed and realized that my dad had moved it. And without missing a beat, she let loose a "DAMN!" And it stopped me dead in my tracks.

Most of us don't even think of damn as a swear word anymore -- it really isn't a big deal. But you must realize, for my mother it very much is... and she immediately started apologizing to me for her language. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't speak. My mother was so upset that she had swore, but what she didn't realize was how much it made me smile and how it just lightened my day, if for only a few minutes.

I just wanted to share... and I'm sure she'd kill me if she knew this was being told :) Good thing she doesn't read my blog -- I don't think! LOL

A World Turned Upside Down

So I have so much to say, but some of it will have to wait for another time.

Not that I think anyone ever really reads my posts, but I like to imagine there is someone out there who cares -- and to you, my imaginary reader, I apologize for my lack of posts lately.

You see, I have been in the hospital after a car accident and unable to do so. I am alive, and for that I am forever grateful, but I hesitate to say I'm okay when people ask (and so many do). In fact, I'm tired of answering the question, "Are you okay?"

Well yes, technically. I have suffered no terrible head trauma and my heart still beats... but I shattered my femur (leg bone) to bits and had to undergo serious surgery to get it repaired. I now have 12 screws and a giant metal plate in my leg and knee, as seen in this picture. I never want to walk through a metal detector again.

I also broke my foot, my collarbone, and my nose. So, no... I'm not really "okay".

I'm finally back home and pretty miserable. I've been back for a little over a week now and only 2 of my friends have stopped by to see me. I'm so lonely I just want to burst into tears half the time. I'm a social person, I not only like but NEED to be around people. And being stuck in a house with nothing to do but watch TV or play on the computer... it feels like I am being punished.

I know I'm rambling. But to be honest, writing is my only outlet. My only way to talk to someone -- anyone -- even though no one's eyes may ever look upon this page. Three weeks ago my life was so busy between work and school and reading and cooking and events with friends. And now, it is all gone. No more work. No more school. Reading is difficult, since the medicine makes everything hard to concentrate on. No more cooking, since I am stuck in a wheelchair.

I never understood how blessed my life was until this happened. I took so much for granted. Maybe that is why it happened... I don't know. I don't pretend to understand those things. But I know these things to be true: I am so thankful and happy to be alive. I am so thankful to my parents and family who have been taking care of me around the clock. And lastly, I am so lonely and really wish my friends could stop by once in a while -- if only for a few minutes. It would mean so much to me.