Comfortably Numb

Wow. This past week has been a whirlwind! I've had three knee surgeries in one (which is better than having them all separate), and though you might think pain medication and bedrest would be enjoyable, you would be wrong. Actually, it's not too bad because I just keep reminding myself it will be better soon. Other than being bored, I have nothing significant to complain about. Hopefully, today people are coming over to do some phone witnessing with me. Unfortunately, I can't really depend on anyone besides my family and Aaron. But then again, not much has changed since last week, except that now my leg can't bend.

I will say this, anonymous commenter who shall be unveiled in the near future (I will unmask you, if it's the last thing I do...*evil laugh*), it has been enjoyable and surprising seeing just how many people do care about me. I've had more visitors than I thought I would, and way more phone calls than I ever imagined possible! A girl from work sent me some bubbles and another girl from work sent me some cookies!

It's sad that all I look forward to now is a doctor's appointment. Strangely enough, it will come quicker than I think it will. Thursday. Sweet glorious Thursday. The sound makes my heart want to sing and dance. Ha. Speaking of dancing, I had dream last night that I went salsa dancing. It was fun, and highly unrealistic. In my dream, my leg started hurting really bad which prompted me to tell whoever was with me that I had just had knee surgery and shouldn't have been dancing. Interesting, considering it takes me 15 minutes to get to the bathroom and back...on crutches...with help! It was nice to get some dancing shoes on again, no matter if they were imaginary.

Anyway, on Thursday, I will be requesting...begging...we leave early to go to Starbucks. I was looking at my last entry longingly, wishing I could sit in that coffee shop with a ceramic mug of delicious heavenly nectar.

****Daydream****

I think it might happen. I'll let you know. In the mean time, let me know if I should post that gorey picture of my leg.

Bowl of Spanish-Speaking Idahoans

I found it ironic that I've been spending some time recently searching for people who speak Spanish. It's only funny because I traveled to Mexico to search for English-speaking people. I was in Twin Falls this weekend to visit Kelsey and we went in service with her Spanish congregation. We had lunch at a Mexican market that has a little restaurant in it. I haven't had flautas that good since Hilda made them for me in Arizona...4 years ago! Their local coffee shop is called Java, and I guess it's quite the hippie hang out. Interestingly, one of the hippies that works there runs his own farm as well. Anyone else think that's strange?

You had to know it would come up: what I had to drink. They have a beverage there called "Bowl of Soul." When you drink it "for here," they literally serve it in a bowl, not a mug. Of course, I made Kelsey take me there before service so we could fully take in the atmosphere. Basically, I didn't want to drink my Bowl of Soul in a cup. Wouldn't that just be ridiculous?!?

Again, I found it quite enjoyable to travel solo. Just me and Mr. Pea Pod (my iPod). I stopped only when I needed to, and, yes, I sang so loud the windows almost shattered. Ah, the beauty of being alone. I hope I'll have more to write about during the next few months, but not much excitement will be happening. Maybe I'll post a picture of my sliced-up knee...

Let me know what you think.

Nostaligia Isn't What It Used to Be

Have you ever tried to self examine? I ask myself, "How do I feel about that and why?" The answer I always come back with is "I don't know." I wish I could express how I feel right now. I guess it's just like my feet are stuck in concrete, and I'm watching everyone skate past. That's it. It seemed for awhile I was ahead of my peers, growing up faster and doing more things better than everyone else. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe they were just waiting for the concrete to dry, as I hopped right in.

Nostalgia usually ends in heartache for me. It seems that anytime I look back on my life I have nothing but bitter regrets. Where do I go from here? Could someone break the concrete so I can catch up with everyone else?