Friday night

 My arm has bothered me a lot today.  Moderately depressed.  

Tired.  

Severe weather coming tomorrow.  That should make for an interesting commute.  

Friday morning

 I'm not typical and I'm OK with that. People I loved used to hold me up to what I call "The normal stick" and I didn't measure up, they would get upset.  

I have neurological differences and I am OK with that.  My boss values me, my coworkers love to hear I'm working, I like going to work, I have a ministry that is job #1 in my life.  I am loved.  

The last couple years ministry has come with accidents that have caused me some damage.  I think a man who loved me would have problems with that but I'm doing whatever it takes to share Jesus.  

And if this 

Means a door opened and someone got the Gospel I can accept that.  It has been awful, the last week and a half, but I look at the big picture.  

I have been doing insane distribution lately which is wonderful.  For instance, yesterday on the bus.  I had one of those cheap reusable tote bags full of yarn for my projects.  It fell over and a ball of yarn rolled out toward the back of the bus, behind me.  I was sitting in a forward facing seat and didn't see it.  

A young woman wearing a work uniform and some facial piercings got up and gave it to me.  I smiled, thanked her, and gave her a bag of candy.  She said thank you and put it in her bag.  

I printed up some photos of the accident.  

These are going to Metro because they need to see what they did to me.  I made a couple copies of each photo.  

God laid it on me I needed to make a bag for the driver who hurt me.  So I included one each of the photos, a New Testament with a  tract, a couple handfuls of candy, a Bible study/Scripture booklet, and a personal handwritten note.  

Side note I always try to put a handwritten note in the bags, letting the recipient know I am praying for them.  I sign it.  

I did something a little different.  I wrote "I forgive you and I am praying for you daily!" and signed it, wrote a couple of Bible verses on forgiveness on it as well, put it in the baggie along with a couple handfuls of "good" candy.   

So, yesterday, going to work I "happened" (Metro knows my routine as my bus card has RFID and is "registered" in my name) to encounter a supervisor.  There is no hiding this arm unless I wear long sleeves and it has been almost 90 degrees every day, I'm not doing that.  

I also feel like I don't need to hide it as I did nothing wrong!  

So he saw the arm and asked about it.  I said "You know what happened".  He said yes he did.  I asked him if he could get the package to the driver.  He wasn't sure until I explained the contents.  

He said he could do that.  I gave the supervisor his own bag as well and went off to catch my bus.  I am sure it is going to be examined by management but that is OK.  

I don't exactly hide my faith, and if I can't forgive people who hurt me I don't deserve to say I follow Jesus.  And, at the end of it, Doc says no permanent damage.  

Since the accident I am averaging over 10 bags a day, that's significant.  And, like I've said, I am 100% down with sharing the Gospel.  If it means this is my gate fee I'll pay it.  I won't like it but I'll pay it.  

The naproxyn and the pain cream have done a decent job.  The best $4 you will ever spend!

That's it for now!  

One week update

 

I mean what I say, I'm down with this if it means the Gospel got shared somewhere I couldn't go otherwise.  

I did have a hard time yesterday going to the doctor - actually going.  I guess PTSD from Ron.  I have PTSD from my marriage, my "haircut" last year, but not from a brutal accident.  

Someone at work said I should amplify my injuries to get more money out of the bus company.  That's not who I am.  I'm not doing that.  

But it was hard to actually get myself to the doctor.  I was OK once I got in there especially when I started handing out my "candy" but just walking in was hard.  

But I loved the NP and would love to see her again, have her as my primary.  She is very practical.  I just like her a lot.  I haven't felt that way about one of my own medical providers in a very long time.  

The very sweet and efficient desk clerk basically told me I had a terrible medical plan and I was on the hook for the first $3K of medical expenses this year.  That's exactly what I expected.  

Today I work 12-9.  I plan to call Ace and get a ride home as I have to work pretty early tomorrow morning.  

The cats are good; I've decided I will talk about them in general terms only and I'm not putting any pictures.  My friend was right: when I put up pictures and talk about them I am making them targets.  

That's it for now.  

I had a bad night

 At one point poor, sweet, Spotty came and laid on my arm, purring.  It hurt like hell but I found it very sweet and didn't move him.  

I like to keep about $40 on my bus fare card, and I was down to about $10.  I'm human, I don't want to give hours of my pay to people who hurt me.  But I turned it in my head and thought about all my wonderful drivers, that I would give them the money.  And I put $30 on it.  

Metro has a policy you have to go to one of the "ride stores" if you want to renew a disabled card (mine broke last year).  So I had to buy a standard one last year which costs me twice as much every time I ride.  I have thought it would be a nice gesture if they sent me a new (disabled) one with serious fare on it.  

I already have plenty of done up candy and I am bringing my needlework.  I'm not taking a shower, I didn't do anything strenuous yesterday and frankly I'm tired.  I'm hurting. 

Chronic pain is hideous.  The good news this is not permanent.  But it's going to be a process.  

I thought this was fun; making cell phone holders

 

My arm hurts doing this but I can push through.  

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