I wouldn’t have made a good nurse. Or doctor, or phlebotomist. I wouldn’t have even made a good vet tech.
I get queasy at the sight of blood. I hyperventilate and sometimes, depending on the situation, I get physically ill.
When I was a teenager, I somehow managed to cut a small piece of the tip of my finger off with scissors.
“Go run it under cold water,” my mom said, helping me hold a towel to the wound.
The feel of the cold water as it hit my hand and the red washing down the sink was the last thing I remember before waking up on the kitchen floor.
We had yet another medical emergency at our house yesterday, the worst of them all to date.
We all know that life can turn on a dime, but when I hear people say that it is usually not due to some stroke of good fortune, but something we perceive as a challenge.
Take yesterday at Our Little House, I had my day all planned and it began on a good note.
I let the dogs out and got to work early. The sun came up and it promised to be a gorgeous, 65+ degree day with a wind, perfect for doing laundry.
And then, well, everything went south or turned on a dime, as they say.
It may be the Christmas holiday season, but my dogs must be a little confused.
I think they believe it is Halloween.
“What do you have, girl?” I asked. She tightened the grip between her paws and chewed even harder.
It really is starting to feel a lot like fall, not just here in the Ozarks, but my friends across the country have been commenting on the cool mornings and warm afternoons that signal a change in seasons.
It seems that it is during the change of the seasons that I stop and do a little self-reflection, as well as take time to notice the changes around Our Little House.
The days are also growing shorter, we have to take our walks now by 7 p.m. rather than 8. The county fairs are over and the weekends in the Ozarks are busy with fall festivals.