I went to church yesterday. Twice. I partook of the Sacrament yesterday. Twice. I asked the bishop if he would give me a blessing and he was busy with a million other things, but he said he would after Sacrament. He ended up having to meet with someone else, too, so he had his First and Second Counselors perform a healing blessing for me in his stead. It was just what Heavenly Father ordered. My bishop told me that he’d try to fix my left scaphoid fracture because there’s such a high chance of the bone dying in the type of break that I have. “I’d fix it. We might as well try to fix it, because the end result is the same either way if the surgery doesn’t work – fusing the surrounding wrist bones.” I was overjoyed yesterday! Now I have to see if the VA will approve the switch over to my bishop so that he can perform the surgery… I sincerely hope that they will! Much prayer needed!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.