so two things.
first, i ate chicken. yes, shocking, i know. i had a revelation, i basically knew that i needed to let go of my vegetarianism and embrace the realm of meat-eaters. no, i did not like the first chicken i ate. it has been about twelve years, and i think i need to acquire the love of it again. it was in the midst of a curry sauce, so the chicken flavour was masked a bit. then i ate chicken yesterday for the second time, and it was horrid. dark meat. plain. by itself. not good, not good.
well, for the second thing i need to share, i have five stitches in my big toe. this, on the other hand is not shocking to most who know me. unfortunately i am not the most skilled in staying away from doctors and hospitals, especially in foreign countries. in the city of perth there are tons of escalators. inside, outside, everywhere. i was running up one, this sunday evening, my slipper (sandal) got stuck and my foot scraped from the front, teethy part of the step of the escalator across it, leaving a four inch slice from the tip of my toe to the bal of my foot. i get to the top of the escalator, look down, see a pile of blood, notice it is 5:30 and everything in the city closes at 5:30, so i manage to get some napkins from the juice stand, tie them around my toe, holding it together (sort of), then i hobble down to the nearest chemist (pharmacy) by the train station, get the guy to put a bandage that i had to pay for on my toe as i almost faint from loss of blood. then i somehow manage to get on the 5:45 train to the place i live, make if from the station to the base at the end of dinner. i put the two apple pies i had bought in the oven (i was supposed to be celebrating christmas this night with some friends), then hop into the dining room to eat. i find nothing really, and see my school leader, tell her that i hurt myself really badly, then i start crying. her and another leader find the base nurse, he fixes me up and says i need stitches probably. we go to the hospital, get five stitches, head home and two days later i still feel like crap. such is life.
oh and i just read a great book today for the second time this month. it is called THE FINAL QUEST. really intense. beautiful picture of Christ's love for us. This was also after I finished reading 1984 yesterday, too, quite a different picture of hope and life.
so, i am healing up and eating chicken.
God is good. really, He is.
