Hello everyone! I have had a crazy schedule lately, so I'm sorry I missed blogging last episode! I'm glad I did though, because this week church really put things in perspective for me.
It is so easy for me to lash out after seeing an episode where hateful accusations are made about me and hurtful words are thrown around. I've openly admitted that it is difficult sometimes for me to keep my mouth shut after watching one of those episodes, especially after getting beat up. But when it's all said and done, I have to answer to Him one day, and when the day comes that I stand before Him, I want to look back and know that I did everything I could to please Him. Easter is next week, and THAT is what is important.
I debated whether or not I should even watch Episode 7, knowing I was about to see myself unconscious under the knife. However, my curiosity overruled the rest of me, and I sat on the chair with a pillow over my face, gasping and groaning through each part of the surgery. It's THE most surreal experience I've ever had. . .watching Dr. Niccole break my nose, watching myself being poked and prodded. ICK! I don't remember anything in this episode, including Jim wheeling me out of the surgery center or arriving home — so it almost seems like it was all a dream. I don't even remember the part where Jim came in and put peas over my eyes, but I have to say that was the cutest thing ever! Are we in 1950 though? Frozen peas for an ice pack instead of the cute pink ice bag I had!?! He totally cracked me up with his comment about telling the kids that dinner was on Mommy's face! That's hilarious! Jim can think of the funniest things to say in difficult moments. He was so great throughout my recovery -- always checking in on me, bringing me soup, keeping the kids calm around, laying around watching movies with me, bringing me magazines, cracking jokes whenever possible, which reminded me that laughter truly is the best medicine. He is the love of my life and my best friend! Thanks for putting up with me babe.