Monday
Dear Elsie
It had to happen! Yesterday was the day I got clawed by Claw’d. I had picked him up, had him on my lap and he was just sitting there when someone accidentally knocked over a cup. It fell and made a big clatter. Claw’d ‘skrikked’ – I held onto him a little tighter, comforting him, but he had none of it and in his haste to get away, he had his claws out. One of them went right into my right hand and dragged across my skin before exiting a centimeter along. It bled for a while, but with the help of some disinfectant and a plaster was soon on the way to healing.
I’m glad it was me and not David. With the anti-coagulants flowing through his veins, the bleeding would have taken a while to stop. Not only do I have a scratch on my right hand. Almost in the very same place Julian has as well. He mis-stepped the other day and grazed his right hand. It’s not the only time we have nursed the same injuries. We have been doing the same over the last 5 months. When we were coming down Jacob’s Ladder on St Helena Island we leaned heavily on the railing. This was to take the pressure off our knees. Putting all our weight on the rail 699 times strained our shoulders. We didn’t know it at the time. It was only when we got home that we both simultaneously started complaining about a sore left shoulder. Whenever Julian came we would discuss our rotator cuff – how bad it was, how it affected sleep, when it hurt the most, how hard it was to put on a jacket. Time passed and very slowly we have enjoyed improvement. Neither of us went to the doctor or for physio. We just tried not to use it too much. Literally, our recovery was altogether similar up to today when we are almost back to normal.
I worked 9 hours today. It was hard on my eyes, but at least I’ve caught up from the weekend email.
Isaiah 12:5
Sing to the Lord, for He has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂