I had no idea that smashing my finger would be such a big deal. I had surgery on the finger on Wednesday, and the doctor said it went well. I am also on antibiotics as I had a fever and the doctors were worried that infection would get into the broken bone. Before I took the antibiotics, I started drifting into mild visions, which cleared up once I got on the medication. I am aware of several mystics who had their major visions while being seriously ill, but I skipped that opportunity.
“Good Lord! Of course you did!” my mother exclaims from her permanent seat in my imagination.
I am also taking pain medication. At first, I was very conservative about taking those pills, but I am now downing one every four hours on the dot. Perhaps this is why my books about farming seem especially exciting. Yesterday, I was giddy with delight as I read a rather academic chapter about the parts of flowers. “Growing Fruit in the Upper Midwest” is a must-read for anyone taking narcotics.
I have spent most of the last week in bed, and I am very grateful for friends and family who have been taking care of me and my kids.
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