Healing

My burns are healing, finally, and my foot is bruised, a little weak, but healing as well. I think I may have to get more antibiotics, because I am having some issues still with that.


I found a picture in my archives of the tree that I tripped over. The roots extend way out and you cannot even see the part where I fell, but you can get an idea of how big the roots are. Also, I took Sam back out there so that we could face the "elephant in the room" and he ran right back up to the tractor and then slapped the bush hog and said, "Bad tracker" and ran back to the house from it. He dealt with it in his way.

I dealt with it in my way. I prayed. I cried, a lot, when I got home. I thanked God for all He has given me and I am changed. As for my Dad, he is still working on his grief of what almost was. I understand that it will take a while.