little update

I am not a pretty sight.

I didn't sleep too well, woke about 7 and Dale came in and made me a cup of tea before leaving for TX with her daughter, to visit her other daughter.   She'll be back on Sunday.

Word has got out round the church and I've been blessed today with well wishers.   Beth, the Youth Minister called with Elizabeth, a nurse, who changed my bandages.   She couldn't undo them, they had to be soaked off, and it took ages.   The fingers are going to take a long time to heal, they should have been stitched up, but can't be stitched after 24 hours, too much bacteria has got into the wounds.   Although Dale had left me with gauze and antiseptic Beth went out and brought in more supplies.

Afterwards Rosalyn and Bruce came bringing meals and food, and stayed for a while, I was very pleased to see them.   Rosalyn got down to the hard job, on my hot porch, of scrubbing the blood stains.  I wished now I'd let Dale hose them down before they dried, but I wasn't sure my hose would reach from the tap at the back.   Anyway, it looked a lot better when Rosalyn had finished, at least no one is coming to the front door wondering who has been massacred.

Finally I had a visit from Deacon John, who is standing in for Fr Bill while he is on holiday.   We sat and talked for a while, and he insisted I let him know if I needed anything, but I am stocked up and Elizabeth will be back tomorrow to change the bandages.

Until all this happened on Thursday afternoon I had been having a good day, and was thinking of writing my blog about my good day.  

I got back from Kiwanis to find Mark dealing with a toilet that wasn't flushing properly, which Mary had told him about.   I was telling him  I wanted to re-arrange my furniture and asked if he would take away the big desk in the computer room, so I could make it cosier, more of a sitting room, and I would get a small desk for the living area.   He said he would do that and bring Timothy to move the computer, and all the attendant wiring.

I went to Staples and found a little desk  I liked, and already assembled.   It seemed a good price but I went home and ran it through my currency converter (I know a normal person would have a smart phone with an APP on) and at £40 decided it was a good price.   Only fly in the ointment was that they would not deliver it, I'd have to get someone with a pick-up truck to collect it.  At home that might be a problem, but in this country every second person in the population has a pick up truck.

I got home and rang my friend Darryl in the church.  I was emphasising how lucky I was it was already assembled, that was the good news.    The bad news was that I need someone with a pick-up truck to get it for me.    Bless his heart, he contacted another person to help him, and they brought it in  a couple of hours.  

To continue the 'good' day part of this narrative, I had in the post that afternoon a parcel with a card and pressies from Jeremy, including the latest book by Bill Bryson.   I was feeling so happy, and it was jusr shortly after that I went out on the porch carrying a chair, and it all went downhill from there.   But the way everyone has reached out to me with help and kindness has been truly overwhelming, and I am very grateful.