Read: shabbat shalom 11.01.07

1-12-07 @9:33 AM Ahhh... Doctor Linda! Your fall must of hurt being such a genius as you are. I want pictures!!!!!

We should know that the devil is often in the details. OK..OK;the 'marble paved terrace' should of given you an easy clue! One should always maintain a conscious clear awareness as to one's immediate surroundings, but I know your fondness for our four-legged cousins.

I am going to blog post this to your blog (which is sorely under utilized by you and looking neglected) and to my personal online journal. Plus, to my sweet Sister Shelita in Australia, Sister Kristen, my Sister Linda and my dear friends the Greggs!

I often neglect my own communications these days but I strive to stick to set priorities. Sometimes my priorities shift and I try to go with the flow.

It feels good to have a few bucks in my wallet despite my minimum wage, but I always look at the horizon and know we cannot get rich off wages and I know I am still a wage-slave.

Work is really challenging but goes well. I soldier up to the tasks before me and see how many people are really lost in terms of where they should best expend their time, energy and resources.

All I really want to do is write a few things and be left the fuck alone! The rest will come later. I have faith in God and in my own power of writings, especially when I am inspired knowing that all true inspiration is of the Creator.

Gotta get ready to leave here and catch me bus.

Love, Peta

P.S. Kiss your critters for me.
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Linda Whittaker <olsvig2000@yahoo.com> wrote:

Hi everyone,

When I went to work on Sunday and looked at my calendar for the week, I was disappointed how boring the week's events looked. Just working on a manuscript, a lecture at the university, and blankness.

Uh huh. Man plans, God laughs. I already wrote about this in some places, but to recap--I came home from the lecture on Tuesday, most enjoyable, and heard one of my cats crying. Sounded like it was caught in the attic. Looked in my attic and it sounded like it was in my neighbor's adjoining attic. So I brought my ladder around and went up to see. That's the last I remember.

Apparantly the ladder slid out from under me on his marble paved terrace, and I came down on top of it, gashing my cheek straight through with something and knocking myself senseless. My neighbor came out to see me lying flat in a pool of blood, which scared him to death, but the next guy down the row managed to revive me and staunch the bleeding. (I'm glad I didn't have a broken back because I don't think their first aid was all that smart....) Next think I knew they were racing my car for the emergency ward at Hadassah, although they tell me once I woke up I was quite lucid and organized everything about the house, the car and my gear faster than they could. I don't remember any of that.

Hadasseh Hospital, alas, has extensive experience with trauma injuries and whisked me into surgery immediately. I got expertly stitched up, and then sat, and sat and sat. On reflection, we guess the neurosurgeon wanted to see if I had any signs of head injury, since I was knocked out. I sat for 4 hours, then the neurosurgeon ordered a CT scan. Nada. So I finally got discharged about midnight. I didn't complain about the delay getting out, since they got me patched up so fast and nothing was worse than a two inch (4 cm) line of tiny stitches on my cheek outside and about twice that inside on my cheek and mouth. I guess I was a horrific sight when they brought me in, because the fall had sliced my left cheek nearly in half.

So, I'm home for at least two days while the swelling is at its worst, but by Sunday I should be back to work. Not in terrible pain at all, more like how I feel after a trip to the dentist. Not even a headache, although I'm sipping my tea through a straw right now. Hopefully the swelling goes down after today, although it was kind of fun to see the look on my cleaning lady's face when she saw me for the first time this morning. Nearly dropped her teeth.

So, these things happen. I look at the bright side, it is a chance to catch up with my reading, watch a few good DVD's, do some knitting and make a batch of homemade soup. Work was obviously not too pressing at the moment and even my boss told me to stay home the rest of the week. So relax and enjoy, and be grateful it was not a worse injury, as it easily could have been. I shudder to thiink of the possiblilities.

The sun is shining, I can spend quality time with my critters. I'm grateful, actually.

shabbat shalom,

Linda