Good News

Rich was seen by an orthopaedic surgeon today, and he says his wrist should be fine.  Six weeks in a cast should take care of it.  Whew!  Breathing a sigh of relief over that prospect of 12 weeks on the mend. 

We're trying to get the dog and cats to understand that they are to avoid pawing at, jumping on, licking, or nudging at the injured arm.  They don't quite get it.  I thought animals were supposed to have a sixth sense about pain and injury. 

By the way, I'm still waiting for that dish washing fairy.  Anybody seen her?

Life Is Full of Surprises, Isn't It?

It's funny how life and the day-to-day routine can change in a moment.  That's what happened to us today.

Rich is a meat cutter at a superstore, and he was cleaning the cutting room floor this morning.  We won't talk about how that's not actually part of his job description, nor how he's told management over and over that the cleaning agent is the wrong type for their floor and is very slippery.  Nope.  We're not talking about that.  What we are talking about is how he slipped and fell on the slippery floor, breaking his radius bone.  Which is like breaking your wrist but not exactly.

He has an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon on Thursday to find out if he needs surgery or not.  If the break doesn't heal properly, he's told he will have minimal movement in his wrist.  Seeing as he broke his right wrist and he is right handed, you can see how that would make quite a difference in his day-to-day life.  Especially his job, since he is a meat cutter and they cut meat by hand with a big knife and not a saw.

He's been told this could take up to 12 weeks to heal.  12 WEEKS!  12 weeks not working.  12 weeks hanging around the house.  12 weeks of not playing golf.  Not mowing.  Not washing dishes.  (If you recall, he is my dishwasher.)  You can see it's going to be a fun summer.

At this point I'm not thinking the worst.  Until he sees the surgeon, we have no idea what we're talking about.  So we'll wait and see what we might be looking forward to.  God is sovereign and good, so He will supply grace for whatever is coming.  I have no doubt that things are sure going to get interesting around here, no matter what.

If anyone knows of a good dishwashing fairy, would you please send her my way?  Thank you.

Making Contact

I feel like I need to make some sort of contact here.  I know I haven't written in days.  I haven't looked to see exactly how long it's been, but I know it's been long enough.  I'm still around, but I've been occupied with a project I'm trying to finish up by next week.  I'm trying to use all my free time to work on that, rather than coming up with some funny and entertaining blog entries.  The project will be complete soon.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Our church is in a men's softball league, and I have often enjoyed going to the games during the summer.  Because I am soooo into softball and sports and things like that.  It's not about the socializing AT ALL.

So last night was the first game of the season, and I picked up my friend Sherry to take her over there to... ya know... cheer on the softball team.  She brought her camera and took a lot of pictures of the team and the fans.

See?  I'm totally into the game.

Cuz It's All About Discovering Liz, Isn't It?

In an effort to increase the meaningfulness in my life, I have joined Twitter.  Because you know I need just one more thing to distract me on the internet, don't you?  And because you truly want to discover everything you possibly can about me, you can follow the monotonous play-by-play of my oh-so-exciting life over there or here on my blog.  Why else would you visit Discovering Liz? 

Have you got goosebumps like I do right now?  Humor me, 'kay?