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Rest for the Weary

It has been almost six weeks since my husband's shoulder surgery. It has been a very long six weeks for our family. For the first three weeks following the procedure Tommy was in excruciating pain around the clock. He was unable to move or lift his arm at all. During the next three weeks the pain has lessened (or maybe he's grown use to it), but it still hurts. He has not regained his full range of motion yet. He still cannot lift his arm straight out or above his head. Tommy's a worker and has quickly grown tired of not being able to do the things he is use to doing. As much as he enjoys being home with his family, he actually misses being at work.

Physical therapy has been grueling. Each time I take him for his appointment, I feel as if though I am dropping him off at a torture chamber. While one therapist holds him down, another pulls his arm in all directions imaginable. Then for the next hour or two they stretch his arm in every position possible. (We've wondered if now that Guantanamo Bay is being closed, maybe they should just hire a team of physical therapists instead.)

On top of Tommy's three physical therapy appointments each week, we've also had Dacey's guitar lessons, Jaden's piano lessons, and speech classes. Combine that with homeschooling, housework, helping my mom here and there, keeping up with a very active two year old and his three older siblings, and I am one tired woman. Then this past week all four kiddos have gotten sick. Thirteen prescriptions between the four of them later, they are feeling better, but now I am sick.

As Alicia at Confessions of a Snowflake said last week when she was under the weather... "he maketh me to lie down." Jesus told us, "Come unto me and I will give you rest."

So I'm going to go get my "Believing God" book, a cup of theraflu, and cuddle up in bed while I have a good excuse to do so.


  1. I'm so sorry you are all so sick...glad the kiddos are better though!

    Prayers going up!!!

    I couldn't think of a better place for you to be...get that rest sister! :)

  2. Poor thing! Definitely get some rest and take care!


  3. Totally grab some rest while you can. Praying for you to feel better!

  4. Oh my poor friend, I am so sorry you don't feel well. I do pray you get some rest. It sounds like you need it.

    Take care my friend. I pray this week is much better than last. Hang in there! {{{Hugs}}}

  5. God love you, Samantha! You truly have a full plate these past few weeks. May you receive healing in your body, the body of your children and your husband very soon.

    Rest in Him!


  6. I'm so sorry. Praying for quick and complete healing along with comfort and strength through this time!


  7. Wow..that is alot on your plate! Ouch on the PT!! I can imagine the excruciating pain your hubby feels!!

    HUGS to you my friend!!
    Praise the Lord that we can have rest in Jesus!!


  8. Thanks for blogging by. Sorry to hear that you are feeling a bit under the weather. We went thru that last week with the kids and now today Hubby and I are feeling the effects! I was sad that the Cards lost in the last few of the game, but they had a great run and there is always next season! Feel better soon!


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