Friday, February 17, 2006

A Little Less Blue . . .

Unless you are looking at my arm, that is.

I fell at work yesterday. To put it more succinctly, I tumbled quite spectacularly down the last three steps of the staircase to the main floor of the parish office building. It made a very loud noise, and disrupted the business in every office in the building as people came out to make sure I was okay.

I thought all that I hurt was my dignity. It was pretty humiliating, having to pick myself up off of the floor, collect up all the stuff I had been carrying and try to complete the task I had come downstairs to complete. At least I didn't cry I suppose. I got a pretty nasty carpet burn on my forearm, and banged my knee a bit but other than that I thought I was okay.

But this morning I woke up and my arm was very sore and a bit swollen right over the place where the burn is and hurt really a lot every time I touched it or something brushed up against it. Father was so concerned about it that he made me go have it ex-rayed just to be sure I hadn't fractured the bone.

On the bright side, no fractures, only soft tissue damage.

As I was waiting in the pharmacy for the antibiotic cream and the pain killer that the Dr gave me, I realized that on an even brighter note I don't feel quite as blue as I did yesterday. That heavy cloud feeling I had concerning the job I didn't get has passed.

I think most of that had something to do with a good meeting I had with Father today about the programs I am involved in at the parish. I really do get along well with Father, and we do think a lot alike about how sacramental programs should be run. We had a great meeting today. I feel as though he is finally seeing how my work impacts the people of the parish, and he likes what he sees. It is a nice feeling to know that he appreciates the work I am doing.

In a lot of ways I hope that things work out so I can stay at the parish if that is God's will. But I want to be ready to move on if and when I realize that God has other plans for me. I don't want to be holding onto that job and that parish so tightly that I can't let go when the time comes. If that time in fact does come.

As I have said before, in the immortal words of that great theologian Tom Petty:

The waiting is the hardest part.


1 comment:

Suzanne said...

My friend, I am so glad that you are okay! One time I was lolly gagging down our second flight of stairs and I missed the last step and I almost literally flew into the open bathroom at the bottom of the stairway! THEN, you would have thought I would have learned a lesson, but noooo, I did it again about a week later! Don't forget! Ha! I don't think you will with your pain to remind you...not that your were running downstairs or anything like I was.
I seem to think that I am young again I guess or I would think better! Actually, I try more now
to think better!
So glad that you and Father had such a lovely meeting. He does seem so wonderful to me. I have heard many good things around about him and I have said your parish seems blessed! You know that God will have you where He wants you if you are willing...don't let that ever ever leave your mind! :)
God bless...