And more fun

As if yesterday's excitement wasn't enough...

Today Connor and I both had a dentist appointment.  As we backed out of the open garage, Connor's co-worker, who was in the office, closed the garage door.  Right on top of Connor's car.  Needless to say, Connor was a little angry.  He always takes such good care of his car.  We got out of the car to inspect the damage, which was pretty bad, but I guess it could have been a lot worse.  Connor went into the office and asked the secretary if she had closed the garage.  She said yes and he told her what happened.  She said "oops."

The roof of the car.  Notice the nice long dent?

On our way to the dentist (who is in Provo, so we had a bit of a drive), I called our insurance company.  Luckily they are considering this a comprehensive claim and our comprehensive deductible is only $100.  We're taking the car in tomorrow to get fixed.

All scuffed up.

Then Connor called his manager and he told Connor to speak with some corporate people about getting the company to pay for it.  They offered to cover up to $1000 in damage, or just pay our deductible so we're going to do that. At least this expense won't come out of our pocket!  

Now let's hope we can get through rest of the week without any more "excitement."

Emergency!

Tonight was very exciting, with a little visit to the ER!  Here's the story:

Connor managed to stab himself in the leg with a scalpel from work (it was brand new, and yes he's up to date on his Tetanus Shot).  I was watching TV and he had been cleaning out his desk (remember, we live above a mortuary).  He came back up to the apartment and the first thing he said to me was "Don't be mad" and then told me what happened. The scalpel was supposed to lock, preventing him from stabbing himself in the leg, but it didn't.  Anyway, I looked at it and thought that it might need stitches so we drove to the LDS Hospital ER.

They were actually pretty slow and we got in right away.  They nurses had fun with him, teasing him for stabbing himself in the leg.  The doctor came in and gave him 2 stitches.  Connor did pretty well at first, and then after the first stitch went in he got really pale and said he felt like he was going to throw up. The doctor made him lean back in the chair, and told him to take lots of deep breaths.  He was seriously white.  His lips had no color to them.  After a few minutes he was doing a lot better, and the doctor finished putting in the other stitch.  She said we'd need to go back in about a week to get them taken out.

2 stitches!

We got discharged about 45 minutes after we got there.  Connor's doing well and not in any pain.  Hopefully next time he decides to test the locking device on a scalpel, he won't use a body part to test it.

Leaving the ER.

My Poor Pinky Toe

I don't know what it is about my pinky toe and the month of June that don't mix.

The first incident occurred in June of 2007.  (I think June 15th, because I remember it being the day after my grandma's birthday.)  My family had gone up to Oregon to visit her for her birthday.  We were getting ready that morning in the hotel and I was playing with my nephew.  I was chasing him around the room and my toe had an unfortunate encounter with the wheel of my moms suitcase .  It was placed diagonally on the floor, and as I ran by I kicked the wheel, which went right between my pinky toe and my other toes.

I was instantly in a LOT of pain.  I mean a lot.  I started to cry and I told my mom that I thought I broke my toe.  She told me to run it under water in the bathtub.  (How is that supposed to help?)  I did that, knowing that wasn't going to help my broken toe.  I told her I needed to go to the hospital or something and she laughed at me and said we didn't need to go to the hospital for my toe.  (If I had thought about it I would have known that, but it was my first broken bone, so what did I know?)

Anyway, my mom called my aunt, who is a nurse, and she said to just tape it to the toe next to it and take some tylenol.  My sister-in-law got some sports tape from the front desk at the hotel and came up to help me put it on.  I was still crying, by the way.  It really hurt.  One of the most painful things I've ever experienced, if not the most painful.  Within a few hours, a huge bruise had started to form, which eventually overtook about half of my foot.  Luckily the break wasn't too bad (my toe wasn't hanging off to the side, or anything).  I did eventually end up going to the doctor.  I had to get my mission physical and he saw the bruise on my foot and said "I'm going to need an xray of that."

Here's a picture of my foot several weeks after I broke my toe.  I don't know why I didn't take one sooner.  By this time the bruising had started to go away, but you can still see it.  It went almost all the way over to my big toe, and half way down my foot.  This is the coolest bruise I've ever had.

Yesterday, I went to Lagoon with my sister-in-law Kari, neice, nephew, and my neice's friend.  As my niece, her friend, and I were getting on the JetStar I misjudged my step and a little metal bar went between my pinky toe and my other toes.  I winced in extreme pain, but I had to control myself as there were others around.  But it really hurt.  However, I didn't cry, so I figured it probably wasn't broken.  When we got off the ride and I had to walk on it, it hurt but was more bearable than I remember it being in 2007 when I had to walk.  After a little while I sat down on a bench with Kari and I looked down at my toe and it was like 2x its normal size and bright red.  My poor toe. 

Here's a picture of it today.  I don't think it's broken, although I can't move it as well as I normally can, and it still hurts.  I probably just sprained it (can you sprain a toe?).  It's bruised, but not too bad.  I'm confident that it will recover quickly. 

So at this rate should I expect another pinky toe injury in June 2015?

Good Riddance

The compression sock is off!  I took it off a little early, but I think I'll be just fine.  It was driving me insane.  So so ugly.  I loved (sarcasm) having to wear it to church and having one "normal" leg and one "white stockinged" leg.  Boo.  But not it's gone!  Yeah!

Things are going well as far as my knee is concerned.  I almost don't limp anymore when I walk.  I can walk up the stairs, and sometimes down.  My right leg is still pretty weak.  It's amazing how quickly that can change after surgery.  I had finished doing ChaLEAN Extreme just before my surgery and my leg muscles were really strong.  But now it's just my left leg that's strong.  My right leg is incredibly weak.  But we're working on that in my physical therapy and it's getting stronger.  Last time I went i had to do calf raises and my calf is soooo sore today.  My right calf, that is.  My left calf is just fine.

I'm looking forward to the day when I can exercise again.  I wanna do Turbo Fire!

Happy Father's Day!

Me and my dad at a Daddy Daughter Dance.  I think I was 13 or 14 in this picture. 

(Sorry for the poor quality.  This is a picture of a picture, if you can't tell.)

Connor and I drove to the cemetery today to show some Father's Day love.  :)

And to my mom too, who had to play the role of both Father and Mother sometimes.

And I guess I shouldn't forget about my cute husband.  He's not a father yet, but he will be someday 

(but not anytime in the near future.) :)

More Knee Fun

My knee's lookin' pretty good.  I took the tape off of my knee today.  I was a little scared to do it, but it wasn't so bad.  I don't think all of the stitches have dissolved yet, but it's getting there.  I love that you can still see the "yes" on my knee, by the way.

Physical therapy is all sorts of fun.  My physical therapist's name is Oryslava and she's from the Ukraine.  (Why do we say the Ukraine?  Why not just Ukraine?)  Anyway, it really hasn't been too bad....so far.  I have to do exercises at home 2x a day.  From start to finish it takes me about an hour each time.  I have to heat it up first with a heating pad for about 10 minutes (which I'm doing right now).  Then I do the exercises which take between 20 to 30 minutes.  Then I have to ice my knee for 20 to 30 minutes. 

I'm starting to walk a lot better and I'm officially off the percocet.  Yay!  I wasn't taking too much of it anyway, only as needed.  But now I'm out so I'll keep taking the naproxen and ibuprofen as needed.

Para mis amigos Argentinos

Queridos Amigos,

Hace dos anos que regrese a casa.  Extrano mucho a ustedes, a Argentina, y a la mision.  No puedo creer que ya ha pasado tanto tiemp.  Quesiera decir que no pasa ni un dia que no recuerdo de ustedes.  Siempre estan en mi mente, y en mi corazon.

La mision fue una experiencia hermosa y inolvidable.  Cada uno de ustedes tocaron mi corazon y nunca les puedo olvidar.  Tengo tantas ganas de regresar a Argentina.  Voy a hacer todo que puedo para regresar para cuando dediquen el templo do Cordoba.  Y si puedo, me gustaria volver antes de eso, pero me es dificil con la plata y todo que necesito para irme.

Espero que ustedes sepan que los extrano mucho, y los quiero mucho.  Son personas buenisimas, simpaticas, generosas, y hermosas.  Espero que nos volvamos a ver algun dia muy pronto.  Pero sin saber lo que pasara en esta vida, se que nos volveremos a ver en la vida que viene por que la amistad tambien es eterna.

Los amo mucho.

Con mucho amor,
Jenna

El dia que llegue a Argentina.
22 de Enero 2008

En la casa de la mision
6 de Junio 2009