My Motorcycle Injuries

My daughter told me a story about myself the other day. It involved my time in the hospital years ago, just after I had become more coherent. The guy in charge of the church services during my absence was in the hospital room and I apparently told him that I was certain that I would be ready to take charge of the worship services on the upcoming Sunday. At the time I had been kept unconscious for over a week and I had been put through roughly a dozen surgeries. I was physically unable to get out of bed for any reason and I was unable to function physically in any practical way. I could barely speak coherently because my mind was in a drug induced haze and my jaw was wired shut. My daughter said that he gave me a quiet "alright" sort of answer and things moved on. I was obviously not in my right mind, but part of the problem must have stemmed from the fact that I never really think that I'm down for the count in anything that I do. I checked with that same guy the other da...

Tired. That’s what I am today... I’ve been dealing with some things related to diabetes lately that involve appointments, procedures, and the personal impact of it all. It has been ongoing, and I won’t be done with these things for another three or four weeks. It’s mostly inconvenient, but I do grow tired of having to deal with the effects of this disease while knowing that it was caused by damage done to my pancreas in the accident. Today this disease has left me feeling physically spent. Not as in “sleepy”, but rather as in “drained”. I don’t partake of energy drinks so…too bad for me. My leg has also been a bigger source of trouble these days. It hurts more whenever I’ve been sitting for too long and it seems to be getting a little weaker. I know that I don’t want to even consider surgery any time soon. When I think of everything together, the diabetes and “my bones”, I’m left to consider the fact that it’s all just a part of the process. Consequently, by nature of that statement, I...