Saturday, January 24, 2015

Hell is hobbling

I tried buying some crutches from DI. George said they always have them and he was right. Unfortunately hobbling is better and the crutches actually just got in the way. My mother was insufferable today. I was annoyed with her because she didn't get up and I had to make my own breakfast which isn't a big deal if I could walk normally.

Hobbling happens because if any weight is put on my calf it is very painful. I haaate this so much. I sent an email to some guy over the English teachers at Stevens-Henager in Murray. It would be sooo perfect for real estate. I don't know why this is so difficult. I'm going to try to teach online. That'll be something I can start right away and not have to make accommodations for myself just so I can work.

My mother kept accusing me of not praying enough or not being willing to work somewhere else. I DID pray about where my Father in Heaven wants me to be and it is up to me. I am sure of that. She told me to ask my bishop. She likes to get her bishops to confirm anything she feels led to do because she doesn't trust her insight. I don't think so!!!

I think of how I worked and lived in Logan and how much I hated living there. I am so happy I don't live there anymore. Nothing is wrong with it, it just isn't for me. My mother kept telling me I'm not listening to my father in heaven and that I am a daughter of Zion referred to in the scriptures because I have a lot of shoes and clothes. I told her I actually understand that scripture because I discussed it in institute and that maybe if she even attended Young Women she'd know.

This is going to be the looongest recovery EVER. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to learn from this. I can't believe it happened to me years ago. My leg may not be broken but it might as well be with the looong recovery time and inconvenience incurred.


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