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I don't know about many of you, but I am a bit reckless at times doing things. Usually it involves having waaaayyy too much fun! ~ In May, I had finished some "barnyard work" and was hauling the refuse out into the pasture using a 4 wheeler and trailer. We live on 13 acres and run our business off of 5, so the other 8 are for me to... well... "play with".
My husband had just come in from a business meeting and all of our employees had left, so I dropped the trailer out in the pasture after dumping it and decided I'd "buzz" the office with the 4 wheeler... just as a "hiiiiiiii honeyyyyyyyy". On my way in I saw the familiar hay bale left over from the winter for feeding the deer and it had taken shape of a hay STACK... you know... fluffy looking. So, I thought it would be fun to drive the 4 wheeler through it and scatter hay everywhere. I forgot that these one ton bales are rolled tightly and bound with netting, so when I hit it doing 30 mph I ...ummm came to an "abrupt stop" then laid the 4 wheeler on it's side. In doing so, of course, I took the handlebars into my torso and for about 15 seconds was doubled in half, dangling on the end of the handlebar before falling to the ground.
My husband wears hearing aids and sometimes can't distinguish from which direction sound comes. I knew I was hurt badly and could barely breathe and thought for sure, "Yep...I'm gonna die and he's really gonna be mad I wrecked his 4 wheeler"! I had little air in my lungs and it hurt like crazy to inhale, but I have a very distinct shrill whistle and I knew if I could just get that out, he'd come find me. ~ I did lay there for a second wondering if I should just "die", because it might be better than having to explain the stupid thing I'd just done. But, laying as still as possible in 2 feet tall grass, I put my fingers in my mouth and gave it all I had to let out that whistle. Thank God my dogs could sniff me out, because though he heard me, he couldn't see me and I was beginning to pass out. I whispered, "Lord, please don't let him find me dead".
The next thing I knew was there was an EMT leaning over me with a waxy handlebar moustache asking me if I could feel my toes... my response was, "It's not my toes that hurt". I was treated to my first ambulance ride to the hospital ER where they did what they do and upon finding out my age (56) asked me "What was I thinking"?! ( Like I had an answer)?!
So after 2 days in the hospital, a CAT scan that showed an adrenal hemorrhage that the doc said was "an impossible injury to have without having other organs damaged" because the adrenals sit just above the kidneys on the backside of your body... he ordered an MRI for 2 weeks later because he was certain it was a "tumor". The results of it proved I had indeed accomplished the "impossible" injury. ~ I was released with a good report that left the surgeon shaking his head in wonderment because all that had happened to me was some internal bruising that took a week to recover from.
In prayer, after I had thanked God for keeping me safe, I did ask "Why the weird injury"? His response was "Sometimes doctors need to be reminded, "I AM".
I have determined within my own imagination that when God calls out to the "guardian angels" with my name attached, they groan amongst themselves while playing Rock.Paper. Scissors, and the one who loses says, "Two outta three... c'mon"!
My husband had just come in from a business meeting and all of our employees had left, so I dropped the trailer out in the pasture after dumping it and decided I'd "buzz" the office with the 4 wheeler... just as a "hiiiiiiii honeyyyyyyyy". On my way in I saw the familiar hay bale left over from the winter for feeding the deer and it had taken shape of a hay STACK... you know... fluffy looking. So, I thought it would be fun to drive the 4 wheeler through it and scatter hay everywhere. I forgot that these one ton bales are rolled tightly and bound with netting, so when I hit it doing 30 mph I ...ummm came to an "abrupt stop" then laid the 4 wheeler on it's side. In doing so, of course, I took the handlebars into my torso and for about 15 seconds was doubled in half, dangling on the end of the handlebar before falling to the ground.
My husband wears hearing aids and sometimes can't distinguish from which direction sound comes. I knew I was hurt badly and could barely breathe and thought for sure, "Yep...I'm gonna die and he's really gonna be mad I wrecked his 4 wheeler"! I had little air in my lungs and it hurt like crazy to inhale, but I have a very distinct shrill whistle and I knew if I could just get that out, he'd come find me. ~ I did lay there for a second wondering if I should just "die", because it might be better than having to explain the stupid thing I'd just done. But, laying as still as possible in 2 feet tall grass, I put my fingers in my mouth and gave it all I had to let out that whistle. Thank God my dogs could sniff me out, because though he heard me, he couldn't see me and I was beginning to pass out. I whispered, "Lord, please don't let him find me dead".
The next thing I knew was there was an EMT leaning over me with a waxy handlebar moustache asking me if I could feel my toes... my response was, "It's not my toes that hurt". I was treated to my first ambulance ride to the hospital ER where they did what they do and upon finding out my age (56) asked me "What was I thinking"?! ( Like I had an answer)?!
So after 2 days in the hospital, a CAT scan that showed an adrenal hemorrhage that the doc said was "an impossible injury to have without having other organs damaged" because the adrenals sit just above the kidneys on the backside of your body... he ordered an MRI for 2 weeks later because he was certain it was a "tumor". The results of it proved I had indeed accomplished the "impossible" injury. ~ I was released with a good report that left the surgeon shaking his head in wonderment because all that had happened to me was some internal bruising that took a week to recover from.
In prayer, after I had thanked God for keeping me safe, I did ask "Why the weird injury"? His response was "Sometimes doctors need to be reminded, "I AM".
I have determined within my own imagination that when God calls out to the "guardian angels" with my name attached, they groan amongst themselves while playing Rock.Paper. Scissors, and the one who loses says, "Two outta three... c'mon"!