I took my wife to her doctor yesterday afternoon and as we got back into the van I cracked my head on one of the little doors hanging from the ceiling that normal people use for sunglasses. Impaled is probably a more accurate term.
When I finally was able to pull my hand away from the intense pain, Gay informed me that I was bleeding... in fact, profusely bleeding down the side of my head, neck, and onto my shirt. I put my other hand back to check and literally had a red hand.
So we traded places and she drove me across the street to the emergency room.
I learned a few things in the next 30 minutes:
1. The head is a VERY vascular area! LOTS and LOTS of blood!
2. Profuse bleeding seems to get you moved to the FRONT of the line in the triage area.
3. Even when the calendar says it's the day of Passover, my wife still can NOT appreciate my jokes about "when I see the blood" people will allow you to "pass over" the line ahead of you.
The long and short of it is that I was treated, stitched up (four stitches... at the front of my ever growing bald spot), and the nurse and student nurse were cleaning up the blood from my hair and neck before registration was able to get back there and have me sign for treatment and 'admit' me to the ER. Literally three minutes later I was discharged and walking out.
Oh... and I was EXTREMELY cautious about getting back into the van to come home.
I'm fine... just embarassed... again!
Well, gotta go... today is the day the local men gather at the local restaurant for a 6:00 am prayer breakfast.
About Me
- Dayton D. Mix
- Clarks Mills, Pennsylvania, United States
- I'm a husband, a dad, a son, a grandson, a pastor, & now a grandpa, too! Those are the basic hats I wear in my daily life. I was born & raised in rural Pennsylvania couple of miles from the New York border in a small town, Shinglehouse (Potter County). I struggle with my weight & my own quirks just like everyone else does. I became a United Methodist pastor in 1996 and was ordained in 2003. While I'm officially Methodist, I also consider myself a “charismatic” Christian, as well as an “evangelical”, although not everything identified with either of those labels fits me perfectly. I enjoy genealogy but seldom have time to do much with it. I like playing with eBay. I like to read, watch movies, camp, hike, and talk. I LOVE to write, but usually don't worry too much about formal grammar... instead choosing to write as I probably would speak. And even though I can spell pretty well, I'm a lousy typist, so be gracious. I update my blogs as often as I can, but I have a real life that demands me NOT being at the computer all the time... so there are dry spells!
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Feeling Indigo... (AKA Not Quite Feeling Blue)
OK I guess I need to give an explanation about my last post.
After the shock of receiving the news of a fellow pastor's death from suicide, I spent a lot of time thinking about what leads people to make that decision. For many, depression is a cause. Because of my time with depression, I realized that it has been the grace of God that has helped me through these darker times... because I've never considered suicide and cannot ever imagine any reason to consider it. And now that I am well on my way to healing... and very seldom experience the despair I once lived with... I believe I have even less chance of risk in this area.
But I also realized that there are many others (pastors and non-clergy alike) who do struggle with depression and are at risk. And I hoped that by sharing my story of how God has led me to sources of help and hope in the lifting of my depression, that perhaps someone might also have a chance to see that there IS hope! Because there IS help!
Unfortunately, some who read my post thought I was trying to give a 'cry for help.' I am honored and awed by the folks who've read my post and then have called to see if I'm OK. One even called my district superintendent to see if they should be worried about me. (Truthfully, I hadn't even realized that so many read my blog!)
So, to summarize: I'm not feeling as blue as I used to. I'm a shade or two away from blue nowadays (thus the 'indigo' in my title of this posting!!) And you've proven my point that God really has surrounded me with some GREAT people who DO care. THANKS!!!
MEANWHILE...
On the way home from the funeral today, I was in an accident. I think it was my fault... but I don't know. Either I fell asleep for a moment or I blacked out for a moment, but I crossed the center line and struck another car head-on, nicking the headlight of a parked truck while I was at it. I can remember the 'crash' part of it as the airbag deployed. NOTHING before that (other than driving down the road). For several minutes I just sort of sat there dazed... unable to think of what I was supposed to do next. Then, with help from someone outside, we got my door open and I got out.
We all walked away from the experience and, other than seat belt strain and bruising, I think I'm physically fine. Much better than the cars I'm afraid. My van (the one I just got after I was rear-ended by someone else in October, just a few months ago) is probably totaled. I'm certain the little red car I hit is a loss as well. The parked truck should be ok... with a bit of help.
Mostly, I feel embarrassed. And grateful that no one was hurt.
After the shock of receiving the news of a fellow pastor's death from suicide, I spent a lot of time thinking about what leads people to make that decision. For many, depression is a cause. Because of my time with depression, I realized that it has been the grace of God that has helped me through these darker times... because I've never considered suicide and cannot ever imagine any reason to consider it. And now that I am well on my way to healing... and very seldom experience the despair I once lived with... I believe I have even less chance of risk in this area.
But I also realized that there are many others (pastors and non-clergy alike) who do struggle with depression and are at risk. And I hoped that by sharing my story of how God has led me to sources of help and hope in the lifting of my depression, that perhaps someone might also have a chance to see that there IS hope! Because there IS help!
Unfortunately, some who read my post thought I was trying to give a 'cry for help.' I am honored and awed by the folks who've read my post and then have called to see if I'm OK. One even called my district superintendent to see if they should be worried about me. (Truthfully, I hadn't even realized that so many read my blog!)
So, to summarize: I'm not feeling as blue as I used to. I'm a shade or two away from blue nowadays (thus the 'indigo' in my title of this posting!!) And you've proven my point that God really has surrounded me with some GREAT people who DO care. THANKS!!!
MEANWHILE...
On the way home from the funeral today, I was in an accident. I think it was my fault... but I don't know. Either I fell asleep for a moment or I blacked out for a moment, but I crossed the center line and struck another car head-on, nicking the headlight of a parked truck while I was at it. I can remember the 'crash' part of it as the airbag deployed. NOTHING before that (other than driving down the road). For several minutes I just sort of sat there dazed... unable to think of what I was supposed to do next. Then, with help from someone outside, we got my door open and I got out.
We all walked away from the experience and, other than seat belt strain and bruising, I think I'm physically fine. Much better than the cars I'm afraid. My van (the one I just got after I was rear-ended by someone else in October, just a few months ago) is probably totaled. I'm certain the little red car I hit is a loss as well. The parked truck should be ok... with a bit of help.
Mostly, I feel embarrassed. And grateful that no one was hurt.
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