Kyaaa!!!

A middle finger has been smashed and brused! Thankfully there are no broken bones. It's my fault really. I was watching two young babies one morning and while playing in the gym, they found a nice small but heavy metal weight lifting ball. My first reaction was to put it away, but then thought that if I was right there it would be alright. Soon after I realized that the two couldn't even lift it. So as I was thinking, "Aha! We're clear from danger!", another little baby crawled over and lifted the ball with his two hands and raised it nice and high for all to see that he WAS the son of Samson! Then, he let go! As it fell in slow motion I reached out to catch it before it could fall on his muscular yet tiny leg. I made it just in time to save his leg, but in a matter of seconds my middle finger on my left hand had been crushed by this cruel heavy weight of a ball.





An hour after taking this photo the purple got darker and seemed to spread and the finger felt sooooo fat that I thought if I poked it, blood would burst out endlessly. (Gross!)
The next day when I looked at it, 2 thirds of my finger had gone blue, however, the swelling went down.
Thankfully, nothing is really wrong with the finger and I don't feel any pain. It'll be healed in no time.

Tomorrow I'll be going to harvest rice for the second time in my life. I wouldn't say it's the most fun thing in to do, but if it means we get a bunch of rice for free and if it makes the neighbors happy, I'm going just to be a help. Hopefully, I can remember to bring my camera, and then have the guts to ask someone to take a photo of me in the fields so I can post it here. :)

Please keep me in your prayers. I super duper need them!

Love, your sis, daughter, and friend,
Jan