Where I'm At

As I was making oatmeal this morning, the water boiled and popped, splashing hot oatmeal on my forearm.  I quickly ran it under cold water and the pain passed rather quickly.  I continued with the breakfast preparations and forgot about the incident.

An hour later, as I was preparing the bathtub for the baby, I stuck my arm under the running water.  The temperature was fine but as the water trickled down my forearm the intense pain came back.  I pulled my arm out as quickly as I could.  It took a moment for me to remember and figure out why my arm was hurting.

That is where I'm at in the process of healing.  I'm okay.  My days aren't incredibly bad, nor are they over joyous.  They're just okay.

But every once in a while I will see something or hear something that will bring back the searing pain.

And then I have to run to the bathroom and run my forearm under cold water again.

I can't think of any examples as of late, but quite a few weeks ago I took Jumping Bean-7 to the baptism open house that our stake was putting on for all of the children that will turn eight this year.

We looked at the white baptismal suits and I told Jumping Bean how he would wear that when he was baptized.  And then I overheard the woman standing next to us talking to her daughter, "You'll wear one and Daddy will wear one too..."

Can we go home now?  I thought.  "Let's go look at the baptismal font and then we can go.  Okay?"

I guess I needed to rush home to put some cold water on my forearm.

I'm okay now.