More Surgical Tape... Please.
I opened another package of surgical tape tonight and yesterday, I bought two more bottles of sterile wound wash. It’s funny because every time I buy another set of tape, or gauze or wound wash, I silently wonder if it is going to be the last set of “wound care items” that I am going to need. I’m not going to lie- sometimes it feels super defeating when I have to go to the store, again. But looking back at the last 27 days, I am not sure if I would trade it or wish it away. “You are not surprised by this. God, you are not surprised by this.” Other than telling myself, out-loud, to not pass out and to get to my phone, and saying the name of Jesus over and over again, all I would allow myself to say was those words: “You are not surprised by this. You are not surprised by this. You are with me.” It happened so fast. So freaking fast. I don’t even know necessarily what happened other than it was just a freak accident that I never saw coming. But isn’t that just like l