Perserverence and hope

by Dana Posted on May 16, 2013

For some reason, I started off this season optimistic. Maybe it had something to do with the rain. After watching the crops wither and die, the ground crack under the unrelenting sun and scrambling to get hay for winter, rain was life.

And though the cows didn’t get pregnant on their last trip to the bull, I had some encouragement that the bull’s fertility could have been affected by the drought and then by extreme cold and their lack of pregnancy might not actually have anything to do with them. And that gave me some hope that when we try again in June, we might finally have calves to look forward to.

And in early March, as spring finally arrived, the bees in one of my hives emerged. I had finally seen a hive through winter and I was optimistic. I ordered a replacement package for the other hive and felt like we were finally getting somewhere with all these plans.

But then winter hit again and for three weeks there wasn’t a single day warm enough for the bees to fly nor warm enough for me to open the hive to check on the bees. And in those three weeks, my second hive starved to death. I added a second package to my order.

Only the entire shipment got stuck in a snow storm in Wyoming. Apparently, when the truck driver checked on them, he thought the bees looked a little cold so he turned up the heat. And cooked them all.

While doing evening chores, I saw a coyote run up the road. The dogs had flushed it out of the ditch across the street. Thinking about it crouching there, watching and waiting sent chills up my spine. But it took off and the dogs stood in a line just beyond our property, seeing it off with a chorus of angry snarls.

I can’t help but think it was the same coyote that came back later that night, while I was sound asleep, and woke me with its yipping. Right down by the henhouse. We have’t had coyotes on our property since we got Flee, our Great Pyrenees. Yet, this one walked right by him to get to the chickens and therefore knows he has boundaries he cannot cross. And though Luke ran it off before it could get in, it sent the birds into a panic that resulted in three geese and a duck killing themselves in their terror.

We lost Bunny (whose full name is Sally Bunny LE’s Bunny Hanley) and I had to hold a very sad little six year old who cried for her friend. Her very first pet. Her comfort and companion after losing her little brother. We don’t know what happened but we also don’t know how old Bunny was. We got her as a full grown adult and had her for over two years.

I lost my drake. My almost perfect drake whose breeding plumage came in so lovely and I was so looking forward to showing him this year. Not to mention hatching his little ducklings, but his death left me with three females and no hopes of breeding until next season.

A cold snap coupled with a string of heat lamps burning out within days (three in a week!) took out half of my ducklings I was so excited about.

When I found the sixth little body, I couldn’t take it any more. I stormed out of the garage in a temper, yelling at ducklings. Yelling at circumstances. Yelling at God.

“I can’t take any more.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I am done.”

“I. Give. Up.”

And I did. Right there on the porch waiting for the ducklings’ water dish to fill up.

Because all the failture was too much: the bees, the ducks, the geese (all two years in a row), the dog I had to give up, the dog that got hit by a car, the cattle and my son. Because whenever I feel like this, it always goes back to that night because all loss hurts a little deeper and stays with me a little longer and seems a little more hopeless because it brings up the feelings around losing Tiggy.

And somehow, when everything is going wrong, you can’t help but wonder why.

Is this not what I am supposed to be doing?

Or is there something I am supposed to be learning through all of this?

My judgment is a little too clouded to see through the frustrations of the present to really figure out the difference. But one passage of Scripture keeps going through my mind.

Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;perseverance, character; and character, hope.And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

~Romans 5:3-5

I’m just not totally sure it applies to farm animals.

But this also isn’t quite the end of the story. The rest will come . . . hopefully . . . tomorrow.

Because I have a lot to write about and some of the nausea surrounding this pregnancy is finally abating.

 

 

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New life and new adventures

by Dana Posted on April 15, 2013

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

But I disagree.

For while this picture says a lot . . .

. . . it does little to express the excitement and the fear, the hope and the worry, the joy and the grief.

And I’ve struggled all weekend with exactly what I wanted to say.

But I like what my little Bear said on the way to church Sunday morning, so I’ll share his words instead.

“Mommy, the new baby won’t replace Tiggy and it won’t make the hurt go away and it won’t fill the hole Tiggy left. But it will help a little bit. Because the hole is just all of our love we want to give to Tiggy but we can’t. Now we can share it a little with the new baby.”

And I know our family has a lot of love to share.

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Our Backyard Aquaponics System, Up and Running

by Dana Posted on March 22, 2013

After a bit of frustration looking for a hose (and finding it in the obvious place — which would be where we bought the pump we needed to connect the hose to), we finally got everything we needed to finish off our first aquaponics tank made from an IBC. A little fiddling here and there and it was ready to plug in.

My husband’s accent is cooler than mine, so he did the honors of narrating.

We have since thrown in a couple goldfish which seem to be doing well. It of course got very cold as soon as we had something living in the tank. The current is strong enough to keep it from freezing, but I’m not sure the little feeder goldfish like these nighlty lows in the 20′s.

We also had some problem with water spraying out of the tank. I found a spot in the irrigation system in the grow bed where the water was hitting the side and just enough sprayed up to dampen the outside of the grow bed. I buried that section in gravel and it was dry in the morning. The water draining back in the tank also splashes just enough to get some out of the tank. I have that fixed with a small skirt to guide the water back in the tank for the moment, but we need to work on that a little, too.

We ordered the pumps for the rest of the tanks and are looking into getting the lighting hooked up soon. If all goes as planned, I may plant our first lettuces by the end of next week when it is supposed to start feeling like spring!

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Unstuck, or Just how important is the Bible?

by Dana Posted on March 17, 2013

We’re reading Unstuck: Your Life. God’s Design. Real Change. by Arnie Cole and Michael Ross and are finally on to chapter three. Yay! Sorry about the unintentional break there, but I really enjoyed this chapter.

We all know the Bible is the best seller that no one reads. And we know that even among Christians, Bible literacy seems to be declining.

“Among believes we surveyed, only about 25 percent of tweens and about 40 percent of teens, young adults and people twenty-five and older currently, consistently turn to God’s Word for spiritual growth and daily direction.” ~Unstuck, p. 57

A survey of over 70,000 Americans shows a difference between the spiritual maturity and behavior of those who engaged the Bible at least four times per week and the rest of those surveyed. That isn’t really surprising. After all, it is God’s Word. But this bit surprised me.

“There are no statistical differences in the behaviors of those who read/listen to the Bible one to three times weekly and those who spend zero days doing so.” ~ Unstuck, p. 56

I think I expected some sort of gradual increase in godliness, but no. You are either all in, or it doesn’t really matter.

And I suppose that shouldn’t really surprise me. But it still does.

And strangely enough, my personal struggle in this isn’t really about the actual time spent in the Bible, but the purpose.

I homeschool five children. I am trying to set them up with good habits. We have a daily time of Bible reading right after breakfast that we all participate in and all the children have their own way of “studying” during that time. But most days, I know I sit down and read more as an example to them than as a way to grow myself.

So while I have some good habits, my heart doesn’t always follow my actions.

How do you structure your day to include daily time in your Bible? What struggles do you have?

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Disclosure: This post contains affiliate links. If you happen to click on one and buy something, I earn a few cents. I am no longer donating this money to Tiggy’s House because the money has been raised. Now, most of it is being saved for airfare to hopefully fly over one day. I say most because I am very tempted to buy myself a new canner beforehand.

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Dabbling in Backyard Aquaponics, Setting up the tanks

by Dana Posted on March 13, 2013

So, my facebook friends have gotten some hints at what we’ve been up to the last couple weeks, even as I have been rather lax in writing. Which is kind of weird because I’m very excited about it. So here’s a sneak peek for you, too.

That’s Marley, my new puppy, Marley, who was afraid of me stomping the snow off my boots when we first got him. Now look at him standing there and not minding the noise of the saw, or the banging around of these huge plastic containers in their metal cages.

And our big project for the year is an aquaponics experiment.

A few years ago, I wouldn’t have had a clue what that was.

One year ago, I thought my husband was slightly loopy.

And now I have five tanks sitting in my garage waiting for the next step.

Before I get there, however, this is pretty much what we are going for.

See the grow bed on top? That will be full of nice garden veggies. The tank underneath will be full of fish. For the moment, we’re planning on getting catfish because we can get them locally, they do well with our climate and they handle poor water conditions. Once the system has been running for several months, we may switch to a more sensitive fish. But first we have to get it running.

The first step was getting the IBCs. These are used to transport liquids and they are big. I believe ours hold 275 gallons. Well, at least they did before we cut them apart.

You have to watch what was transported in them. Most of ours contained bacteria and enzymes to aid in the fermentation of ethanol. Nothing harmful to fish, so a good cleaning was all that was needed.

Then we decided to give our son some power tools because we spent all day building this and had to be able to count it toward our children’s education somehow. Shop? Science? Math? All of the above?

He might have been a wee bit excited about that. Maybe too much so. But after you get those top bars off, you can slide the liner out and start cutting the whole thing up.

That’s my favorite part. It is loud. It sprays a shower of sparks. And it involves power tools my husband has never used before.

Isn’t that cool?

Now, I had actually taken pictures of every step of the process, but then I thought that would get a bit tedious. After all, most of you will probably not ever actually make one. And if you want to, you’d be better off following the directions we followed.

After all, they got us this far.

And we don’t have any idea what we are doing. All five of them cut apart and lined up in the garage sure look nice though. It’s kind of like planning a garden in the winter. Everything grows so well on paper.

We also bought everything we need to finish off one system. Or at least everything we think we need. Projects like this tend to take some trial and error. I’m hoping to have it set up by the end of the week, and the next step will be throwing in a few test goldfish while we wait for Orscheln’s fish days.

But stay tuned for updates. And in the meantime, if you are at all interested in trying this out yourself, we got the directions and the demonstration absolutely free from Backyard Aquaponics. Here is their free e-book on setting up a backyard aquaponics system.

And the video we have watched over and over.

I can’t wait to get started on the next step!

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Glass Gem Corn: My summer project

by Dana Posted on March 2, 2013

So back in the fall, these pictures of this beautiful corn were making their rounds through the internet. I was forwarded emails. I saw it on twitter. I saw it on facebook. Beautiful corn that looks like it’s either been photoshopped or its some jeweler’s interpretation of nature’s bounty.

But it’s not. It’s an heirloom variety of popcorn, developed by a hobbyist and shared with Native Seeds. When I saw it, I thought, “Wow! Wouldn’t that be fun to grow!” And somewhat on a whim, I signed up to be on the waiting list.

When I got the email saying it was my turn, I felt like I won the lottery.

But then I started having second thoughts. I felt like I’d be planting gold, or something. Not that it was really that expensive, but this corn is special. What if I kill it? I do not have a good track record with corn.

Our first attempt was destroyed by hail.

Our second attempt was destroyed by geese.

Our third attempt was destroyed by drought.

A drought we’re still in, by the way.

And with corn this special, I could see myself being tempted to water under cover of darkness. And I could see myself being caught because anytime you do anything under the cover of darkness, you should really think twice before blogging about it afterward.

What if it survives, only to be pollinated by the miles of GMO corn that surrounds me? It’s not like I’ve ever actually bagged and hand-pollinated corn before.

I want to learn, but this is sort of high stakes, here.

Now, I could sell it on ebay. I looked there, just out of curiosity. Ten to fifteen dollars for TEN seeds seems to be about the going rate. The guy wanting $50 for his fifteen seeds has to be out of his mind. I could just divide up the package and make a tidy profit.

Except that I wasn’t really interested in this as a business venture. It was just a for fun venture.

And I really want to grow these little beauties and see if I can get some interesting ears of corn.

So I’m going to plant them and blog about them . . . and all the legal measures I undertake to keep them alive.

And we shall all see how my little project experiment goes.

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Unstuck, or How do we deal with spiritual struggles

by Dana Posted on February 24, 2013

Lat week, we started discussing Unstuck and I shared some of my faith struggles. In a way, chapter two is a second introduction as we meet the second author and how he got stuck in his faith, even while playing at it in church. He felt prodded to open up to someone and it made me wonder how often we put on a spiritual mask and hideaway our struggles and burdens, despite the exhortation to ‘bear one another’s burdens” (Galatians 6:2).

I wonder how often we smile, shake hands and pretend everything is fine.

How many opportunities to connect and to grow and to encourage do we miss because we are to busy holding it all together?

Do you have people you share your spiritual battles with?

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Revealing the secrets of homeschooling, how I get it all done

by Dana Posted on February 20, 2013

The most frequently asked question I receive from polite strangers has nothing to do with socialization and everything to do with latent fears regarding parenting. “How do you do it all?” They ask as my daughter bags groceries and I pay. I revel in the praise which comes as a welcome distraction from the questioning glances I receive shopping at one o’clock on a school day with kids in tow. Because I believe that these concerns about parenting ability actually underly most people’s misgivings of homeschooling, I have decided to reveal my secrets.

Principle I: Delegate

There is no way one person can humanly get everything done that needs to be done in the care and education of four children on a daily basis. It is therefore imperative to learn to delegate. Teaching children to do simple chores is a necessity, not only for your own sanity but for their development. Here is my two year old sampling some cookie dough she and her sister made. The eight year old may occasionally confuse teaspoons and tablespoons, resulting in some pretty salty pancakes, but that is where the taste tester come in. What stays in the two year-old’s mouth is probably edible, unless it is a toy, bird seed or some random thing she has pulled out from under the bed. For the life of me I cannot figure out why toddlers, who stick everything in their mouths, are such notoriously picky eaters. They even did a pretty good job at cleaning up after themselves.

The picture does not really show the flour and flecks of dough, but it does answer another mystery. The worst cup of tea of my life. Take a closer look:

An empty box of baking soda and an open sugar container. I think my taste tester has some ‘splaining to do.

Principle II: Multi-task

Young boys have a peculiar knack for getting dirty. Really dirty. In fact, if you don’t wash them once in awhile, they can be hard to recognize.

Now it is time to put some sibling rivalry and his affinity for making messes to work. While his sister chased him with the hose, I started a bath and a load of laundry. He then removed all of his extra clothing on the back porch and was carried to the bath. By the time he was done with his splash fest, we had another task to check off our list of chores. With the bathroom thoroughly soaked, all it needed was a good toweling off to be as spic and span as my bright little boy.

Principle III: Foster Independence

Young children are necessarily needy. And the more children you have, the more they all seem to need your attention at the same time. To ease the stress of being pulled in ten different directions at once, it is good to train your children to help themselves and each other as much as possible. Here is an example. Due to the small size of our house, we store most of our books in storage tubs, rotating them on a weekly basis. The rotations have slowed since their father was forced to Denver, however. My two year-old and my son decided that we needed to remedy this situation. Why bother mom? They have been raised to be independent, which I am sure is what possessed them to stand on top of the dog food bin to pull down a storage tub full of books.

You probably saw that coming. Fifty pounds of dog food and 200 books on the laundry room floor. This is where deep breathing, prayer and the self-control to just walk away come in. As well as the next principle.

Principle IV: Appreciate the little things

We all need our quiet place. And it is very good to go there before exploding. Especially when you are about to ground your two year old and four year old until their eighteenth birthdays for doing something they thought would be helpful. So take a deep breath and count to three. One. Two.

Three.

I bet you feel better now. It works for me every time. And simply cleaning up the mess was a much more reasonable consequence, don’t you think?

Principle V: Everything is Educational

Life is bound to interrupt your school day now and again. Not nearly as often as the PA system in a public school, but it does have a way of cropping up on you. Before fretting too much at how far you are getting behind, remember that there is educational value to be found in everything. Whether it is a trip to the beach,

a torn toy,

or even just cleaning the laundry room while mom holds the baby and talks to the ceiling, there are lessons to be learned. And it is in this daily walk that we teach them the most about how to live and what is important.

Disclosure: This post from my archives is being re-run as part of BlogHer’s Smart Mom’s Guide to Being Busy editorial series, brought to you by Rice Krispies and BlogHer.

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Unstuck, or Walking Through the Desert

by Dana Posted on February 17, 2013

We’re reading Unstuck: Your Life. God’s Design. Real Change. by Arnie Cole and Michael Ross in Sunday School and I decided it might be nice to discuss it here. It is absolutely not necessary to read the book to participate in these discussions. Besides, I’m pretty sure I can summarize the whole book in three words: Read your Bible.

Not that there isn’t a point to reading the rest. I’m enjoying it enough to want to discuss it here, after all. So if you are looking for extra encouragement to read your Bible more, the link above takes you to Amazon where it is only $6.

As I read this first chapter, I kept asking myself, “Am I stuck?” Is that really what my issue is? I feel drained. Exhausted. Like when you’ve cried all the tears you have to cry and still there’s still no relief.

That’s mostly because we’re coming up on my little Tiggy’s fourth birthday and it will be the third one we’ve celebrated since he went to heaven.

I feel like I am walking through a spiritual desert, but I’m not sure that is the same as being stuck. I am not apathetic. I am not standing still. It isn’t like those times when you feel like your prayers are bouncing off the ceiling and you aren’t sure whether God is really there or whether he really cares.

I’m walking forward, it’s just that it is such a hard journey. I know God is there because he has carried me every step of the way. For I worship a Lord who wept at Lazarus’ funeral though he knew the miracle He was about to perform.

The images of that night are burned into my mind. I still see him lying there on the floor. I still see the blood. I still hear the labored breathing. I still feel the fear of touching him lest I hurt him more. And sometimes I wish I had known that it didn’t matter so that I could have held him in my arms one last time while he still held the breath of life within him. But as I cry at the foot of his grave, I also know this isn’t the end.

I just don’t always know where to go from here.

After some time of reading the same passages of Scripture over and over, I thought perhaps it was time to move beyond that. I wasn’t up for any 90 day challenges, but decided to read along with the reading plan I gave my daughter.

So I found myself listlessly reading through the great stories of the Bible the same way I used to get though assigned books for school. Where you can read every single word and not remember a single one.

Scripture is supposed to feel alive and meaningful and relevant. But somehow every passage felt as dry as Chronicles (which is where I stumble in every challenge).

So I wonder. Am I stuck?

On page 26, Arnie Cole writes,

“Jesus forgets our yesterdays and reminds us not to worry about our tomorrows. Yesterday is there to be learned from, not stuck in. And the worries of tomorrow must be released to God. We can’t tightly clutch tomorrow no matter how hard we try to grasp it –God owns tomorrow.”

Living in the present has become somewhat of a survival strategy for me. Thinking about the past brings me to that night. Thinking about the future shows me all the days ahead of me without him. If I focus on right now, I don’t get overwhelmed.

That is easing to some degree. For the first time, I am looking forward to our plans for spring: training my new puppy, starting my herb garden, adding onto our orchard, starting our aquaponics system. But I also want to be careful not to seek to fill the dryness of this journey with the “water” of busyness.

At the end of each section is some research notes, encouragement and three days of scripture readings with questions to consider. The very first one is Revelation 21:4.

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

A passage I have read over and over these past two years, because these words are water to parched earth. Living water from a spring that never runs dry.

What challenges do you face in your faith? Where do you find encouragement?

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Disclosure: This post contains affiliate links. If you happen to click on one and buy something, I earn a few cents. I am no longer donating this money to Tiggy’s House because the money has been raised. Now, most of it is being saved for airfare to hopefully fly over one day. I say most because I am very tempted to buy myself a new canner beforehand.

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Why I’m glad I broke my shoulder

by Dana Posted on February 15, 2013

I would like to suggest, for the record, that you NOT attempt to stand on a foot which has fallen asleep. Ever.

fractured shoulder

Even at two in the morning when the tingling wakes you up and it seems to make perfect sense.

Just don’t.

It is important to make this decision now while you are awake. The decisions you make between the fog of sleep and the panic induced by malfunctioning limbs are not the best.

Plus, explaining to the doctor later exactly why having absolutely no control over your foot made you think you should get up and walk on it . . . well, it’s just easier not to ever have to do this.

Believe me.

And also, most likely, you’ll fall. And reach for whatever is there to break your fall. Except your shoulder isn’t really designed to take the full weight of large falling objects (you) as they flail about in wild attempts not to do so.

When I did this almost three weeks ago, I heard lots of popping. Like someone popping popcorn, only muffled. The grab for the railing did nothing more to prevent the fall than flip me on my back. And as I lay there on the floor, I was struck by two almost simultaneous thoughts.

Thought one: “Hey, I can feel my toes!”

Thought two: “My shoulder doesn’t hurt!”

I was quite relieved. So I just lay there for a moment relishing my relief and waiting for my foot to regain all of its feeling. Then I tried to get up. And it felt like someone had just stabbed me in the shoulder. And I thrashed about, yelled and panicked and they kept doing it until I stopped thrashing about. Then the pain stopped.

And I just lay there, wondering what life was going to be like now that I was forever stuck on my back in the front room. But with the new found information that it didn’t actually hurt if I didn’t actually move it, I figured whatever damage I did could wait until Monday.

Two days away, because almost all health related judgment calls happen late Friday night. I was lucky because at least it happened early Saturday morning.

So anyway, at the doctor’s office, I only got a minor eyebrow raise at the description of how I fell. They’re well-trained like that. I then told him all the things that caused discomfort, all the things that caused pain and all the things that caused the crazy lady with the knife to attack.

He then took my arm and told me to relax and proceeded to do all those things to my poor shoulder. I wanted to scream in protest, except that I was quite amazed to see my arm go all the way out to 90 degrees from my body before I had any real need to scream. He suspected soft tissue damage, most likely rotator cuff tear.

Now, me and Dr. Google had already gotten that far. There was a brief moment of feeling good that a) searching symptoms on Google had actually yielded something useful and b) neither Google not the doctor thought this would kill me in the next six months. That passed quickly when I realized I actually had a torn rotator cuff and I didn’t actually like anything about that particular injury.

  1. It doesn’t really heal on its own.
  2. Surgery means six to eight weeks of an immobilized shoulder.
  3. And weeks of passive therapy where you just sit there and let the therapist move your arm around.
  4. And months of therapy as you try to regain your strength and range of motion.
  5. And, if all goes well, in a year or two, you might have something approximating normal function.

I’m already dealing with that with my hip. I don’t need it in my shoulder, too.

After the X-ray showed nothing significant other than a shoulder resting a little high in the joint, the doctor advised me of the dangers of immobilizing the shoulder and how unfun frozen shoulder is. I thought, “Yeah, that sounds bad. But so does crumpling to the ground with extreme pain.” But what do I know? I stood up on a dead foot to get myself into this mess and I had a feeling the doctor would have advised against that. So I listened to the advice to lose the sling that had provided much relief through the weekend, took note of the exercises and planned to be back in two weeks.

And what a fun two weeks it was. I couldn’t change a diaper. Or carry water. Or do dishes. Or type two handed. Getting dressed was a painful challenge, as was using the restroom. In between being uncomfortable and feeling somewhat useless, I stewed over my less than ideal prognosis.

Fun times.

And two weeks later, there wasn’t much improvement. The crazy lady had stopped stabbing me with every flinch of my muscles, but the general pain was worse. It ached all the time. So he ordered an MRI to see if I needed surgery.

For thirty minutes, I daydreamed about my garden amongst all the clicks, and didn’t once consider whether it would be challenging to start off the planting season with a shoulder recovering from surgery.

It was nice. It isn’t very often I get thirty minutes for anything.

And the results?

No torn rotator cuff. Not even an itty bitty one. It hadn’t given way, but right there where the humerus attaches to it was a small fracture.

And I don’t think that poor doctor or either of those poor nurses had ever seen anyone quite so excited about a broken bone. He showed me where it was and I was like, “Really? That’s cool!.”

The nurse showed me how to put the sling on and I had trouble holding in the laughter.

He told me to come back in a week for some X-rays to see how the bone was knitting and mentioned starting some therapy after that. Where I sit and let the therapist move my arm to keep the range of movement. I felt like dancing.

And a week or two after that, I should be able to take off this sling and resume normal activities. I’ll have to work on building the strength and flexibility back up, but bones heal so much more neatly than tissue.

And I’m so very happy.

But I still would definitely recommend against walking on limbs which have fallen asleep.

Trust me.

 

 

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