Well ladies and gents...

Friday, March 11, 2011

I have now been home for a week and am still feeling the strangeness of it all.  I experienced culture shock coming back, which I thought was strange since I didn't ever experience it while I was there.

Since I'm no longer in Korea I'm closing this blog and stating another!  It was great while it lasted even though I'm terrible at keeping up with these things.  Maybe I'll find more pleasure in them later instead of viewing it as a chore.

See ya'll later :)

So we're coming to the end now

Friday, February 25, 2011

So ladies and gents, here we are at the end of my year in Korea.

I'm now in the last couple of days here and my head is about to explode with all the things I've still yet to do before I go home.  I finally got my three boxes off to home, courtesy of my coteacher and her bfriend.  124,00 won for three boxes which I thought was pretty good.  124,000won=$100 roughly. 

I still have to exchange my money, cut off internet, phone, gas and electric, clean my apartment, buy a bus ticket to the airport, sell as much stuff as I can, and say good bye to friends.  Blech.  I still have to go to school tomorrow for the last day, say goodbye and have dinner with all the teachers.  I have to keep resisting the urge to buy things to take home that I take my fancy, like fuzzy socks, rediculously bulky sweaters and bizarre makeup products.  I think I'll be able to get everything in my suitcases but I'm also pretty sure that I will have to pay for overweight luggage.  Ah, well.  I['m going home so an extra $50 or so here and there is not going to matter to me in the long run. 

I'm not looking forward to the unreal length of the plane ride I'm going to have to endure to get to the blessed place that I call home.  I'm debating on whether to stay up the night before to make sure that I sleep on the plane.  However, I don't function well on little or no sleep so I'm scared that I'll miss something important, like my bus to the airport so the jury is still out on that one. 

I'm really excited about going home.  Conversely, I'm dreadfully homesick right now as opposed to the previous 11 months.  I still have no clear idea of what I'm going to do when I get there but all I know is that I'm supposed to be home.  I've got some loose plans and some grand dreams but I'm still waiting on a definite from the Man upstairs.  I've done a lot of praying and talking to Him but as most everything else in my life I trust that He gives me desires that I will pursue until He closes the door.  It's working amazingly well so far and I have yet to be disappointed.  As I always say, my life is an adventure, slightly more so since living in a foreign country, but the Christian life is the greatest adventure imaginable. 

I can't wait to see what He has in store for me.  See you in G-vegas!

Rough couple of days=miracle

Friday, February 11, 2011

So if you've known me a while you probably know that I have some trouble with my right wrist a couple of years ago.

Actually, it was a lot of trouble.  I developed a ganglion cyst that sat right smack dab on top of the tendons that ran from my index and middle finger in my right hand.  I couldn't do much of anything that required those fingers, including typing, eating, dressing myself and other unmentionable things.  Anything that required me to grip, like holding a pencil or a spoon was an impossibility.  The slightest pressure from those fingers was agony, I almost passed out a few times when I forgot in the heat of a moment.  Suffice to say I had a lot of learning to do in a short period of time.  I couldn't finish my minor in college which was ceramics, and I had to type my senior papers with my left hand.

For almost two years we monitored my situation which didn't change, but I adapted to life wearing a brace constantly and went back to school to be a surgical tech.  Halfway through my program I came to the conclusion that I would not be able to complete my clinical internships because the pain was getting worse.  I withdrew from school, stopped taking my medication and watched the cyst balloon in size within two weeks.  We scheduled surgery a few weeks after the first of the year in 2008.

After surgery I could tell an immediate difference.  I could hold things again, I could put my pants on!  Hallelujah!  At first I thought everything was going to be fine and that the pain I felt was just residual from the surgery.  Eventually I was able to eat, dress and do what I needed to do without constantly trying to work around my damaged hand.  To some extent I was right, the pain did lessen with time.

However, though I don't regret having the surgery, I have never been without some level of pain since then.  Not paralyzing like it had been before but still pain all the same.  The doctor told me I didn't need physical therapy but simply to keep using my hand.  I was hesitant but I trusted him.  Soon after the surgery I got a job at Starbucks and was able to do all the repetitive and complex motions required for the job, but not without pain.  There were days I would come home in agony and couldn't use my hand the rest of the day and still slept in my brace.

As the days went on the pain lessened during the day, but as soon as I stopped sleeping in my brace all the pain would return and it would take days of wearing the brace and sleeping in it to make it stop.  As time went on it became a habit to sleep in the brace.  I've tried many times to go without it and use my hand normally but the pain always returned and I would be helpless for days at a time.

I was afraid to go without it because of the pain (I couldn't afford to wait and see) and for fear my cyst would return like my brother's did and like the doctor warned me repeatedly was very possible.  I just assumed I would always have to sleep in the brace because my hand was permanently broken.

For two years I have been strapped to my brace just like it's been strapped to me.  I always felt slightly damaged but I never really thought about resenting it.  I just assimilated it into my life and tried to adjust to it as a permanent fixture in my daily routine.

Now we come to Monday.  I don't know why, I haven't done anything strenuous or difficult but all of a sudden my hand started hurting like it hasn't since before the surgery.  I couldn't hold much of anything, spread my fingers or grip very hard, I could barely even write with chalk on Monday and Tuesday.

I started taking my prescription medicine for my wrist but nothing was helping.  I hadn't stopped wearing the brace but since it wasn't helping I decided to just not wear it at all.  There were a few times I almost despaired in these past few days.  I just assumed that the pain was here to stay and that I would just have to learn to live with it.

Today, I got home and was sitting in my apartment knitting when I realized that I hadn't had a twinge of pain all day.  And to top it off I was leaning my head on my right hand.  Something I haven't been able to do for four years now.  I can't explain it.  By now scar tissue should have been firmly entrenched and unmovable and required more pain than I had the time or money to work through.  I had given up but God hadn't.  Through no request, effort or thought of my own He healed me.

All I can say is praise the Lord.  He is gracious and merciful.  This release from constant pain was not looked for or even asked for but in His wisdom He granted me relief.

What else is there to say but all praise and honor be His!

Well, here we are again...

Friday, January 21, 2011

So since I've left this thing alone (to be honest I completely forgot about it...oops) I decided to do a quick update on my life for the three people that actually read this.

I was going home for Christmas, I didn't, now I'm coming home for good on March 1st.  I have no job, no prospects and absolutely no idea of what I'm going to do when I get back.  All I know is that my time here is done and God wants me home.

Such is the adventure that is my life.  See you soon!