Today is chicken butchering day, and although I’m going to be handicapped by my sore hand and back, I’ll do as much as I am able. Some friends are coming over to help.
My back is slowly healing. I picked up a 5-gallon bucket filled with corn and twisted to give it a fling into the feeding trough. Bad idea. The pain reminded me of back labor—but the worst (I hope) is over. Right now I’m trying to get my digestive system running normally again after being on Tylenol, ibuprofen, two kinds of anti-spasmodics, Hydrocodone, an antibiotic, plus whatever was in the shot they gave me Wednesday night. Yuck.
JM’s hand is doing well. It itches under the cast, but he has had little pain.
The kids had a teen bonfire party for their homeschool friends last night. They cleaned the house, bought the fixings for s’mores, built the wood pile, put up the volleyball net…everything by themselves while I was in bed this week. They had so much fun last night!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your prayers, notes, and kindnesses. I’m sure it is the answer to those prayers that allowed me to get through this ordeal. Blessings to all of you.
Jean