3 weeks ago today, according to my husband and brother in law, I became an official redneck.
I fell INTO a pontoon boat.
The pictures below are a progression of my healing. The first taken when I started the day. The last was taken this morning.
My accident was purely my doing.
A mix of peach crown, new glasses, heat, age and lack of experience traveling the boat ladder.
Those of you that know me well, know I do not swim. I have been working on my fear of water on weekends with friends. And I am sensitive to the heat of summer.
However, the cool water kept the heat at bay and was enjoyable. Rarely was I in water over my head, and if I was I had a life jacket or flotation device with friends close by.
I had been sipping peach crown, but neglected to drink my water that day. Also a factor.
I did not feel drunk, but the concussion erased all memory from my time being in the water to waking on the boat surrounded by my guardian angels.
I do not remember attempting the ladder or the fall itself.
Which I am ok with. Best not to remember.
But I did learn a few things.
God works in mysterious ways.
I have asked myself the “what if” questions.
What if I had fallen backwards into the water?
I could have drowned.
What if I had lost an eye, finger or broken my nose?
Disfigurement for life.
What if I had broken my neck?
Paralysis or even death.
And worse, what if I had not felt drunk, tried to drive home and wrecked?
My death and worse, possibly others.
Not to mention the emotional feelings my friends at the lake would have endured.
There were so many life lessons learned the past 3 weeks.
I know God has a plan for me.
Maybe I haven’t figured it out yet, he is throwing clues out to me.
I’ve died and come back, this accident, what next?
I’ve been praying and doing some soul searching to figure it out.
Life coach?
Mentor?
I don’t know, it will come to me.
I was blessed to heal quickly.
Less than 48 hours later I was back to work doing what I do. A bit slower and foggy brained, but there.
Stitches and all.
I even went back to the lake the next weekend, got in the water, and conquered that ladder. My friends did make sure I had a spotter. HAHA, I love those guys. ❤
I learned I was not as vain as I thought I was. I still can’t go to Walmart in my pajamas, but I don’t worry about what people think of my face.
My husband still loves this face and worried about me. He tried not to show it with his humor, but I saw the fear in his eyes.
Once, and only once, he said to me softly, while I was snuggled in his arms, “please, don’t do anything like this again”
That was the loudest I love you, I have ever heard.
I will have a few new scars.
I am good with that.
I am blessed I was the only one hurt and the only thing I killed was the Buzz my friends were enjoying.
(Sorry about that guys, I did leave the cornbread for you!)
Thank you to all that took care of me, before, during and after.
You are the Rockstars!
Thank you to all that worried.
All the prayers and good vibes, I have been blessed.
Keep them coming.
I never turn them down, I will take them all.
I love you all Big!
Lorene
