Some pain

First of all, I would like to think that the seven comments about my last post constitute an uproar in the blogosphere. Calm down folks, calm down. Bryan, I was sure you would have been with me but then I remembered that you were on your mission. I will post a picture that explains it. It makes it a little boring and obvious, sort of like showing the secret to a magic trick, but at least then you can pass on the mystery.



And now to the headline topic. I have three stories about times when I was in a lot of pain.

1) I was in fifth grade when I went to a Bishop's youth council or something like that at our Bishop's house in Virginia. I was jumping on the trampoline with Bryan in the backyard and we were playing rough. I pushed him and he flew off and landed on his back and said "Whoa! That was cool! It didn't even hurt, you should try it!" Lisa and some of her Mia Maid friends came running over to the trampoline to make us get off and so I jumped off like Bryan said to see if it really didn't hurt. I landed on my feet instead of my head but I landed on the ball of my right foot and crumpled up crying. My Mom came over and helped me go to the van. She offered to carry me but I said "No! I don't want to look like a baby." To which she replied "Well you look like a baby now with all your crying."
I remember being a little surprised and I thought it was kind of funny, but I kept on crying anyways.
I had to go to school the next day even though I was in so much pain. I couldn't ever get out of anything growing up. It was a Monday, and I had PE every monday in fifth grade. This PE was our mile run test. I was hobbling around on my poor aching foot for a mile (which used to seem a whole lot longer). I wasn't last though! I beat one kid and was pretty close behind another.
I went home and my foot still hurt real bad, so my Dad took me to the doctor where they told me that I had broken my foot. It was just a greenstick fracture but I still had crutches and a cast. Naturally my Mom was horrified, but more importantly, I was a hero.

2) Once I was in the bathroom and I felt a sharp pinch in between my toes and I looked down and saw this HUGE ant. It bit me right between the second and third toes! I had a welt there afterwards. I had been bitten by ants before, but I didn't remember them feeling that bad. Meh, this story isn't as cool as the first one.

3) On Saturday I went to rake leaves at a house and I was pushing a wheelbarrow with one hand and pulling a big trashcan with another across bumpy ground when the wheelbarrow snagged a bump and I hit my left knee on one of the metal leg supports. It hurt really bad and I kind of wanted to sit down and yell, but I had to look cool in front of the High Priests. I still have a big bruise on my kneecap.

Man...my stories got lamer as I went. But they all really hurt and that is what is important. Have you ever gotten hurt really bad?

Also, here is Anna's whatever so she doesn't slash my tires:
anna Is pretty funny, even when i say she isn't. she deaLs with a lot of my antics and does a good jOb at forgetting how annoying i can be at 11:30 at night. she listens very patiently to my rants and encourages my productive behavior. she makes the best rolls and also likes to bake the cookies after i haVe mixed all the ingredients. she likes to load the dishwasher (which i can't stand- it was my punishmEnt too often growing up) and dislikes unloading the dishwasher (which is hardly even a chore for me- it is like play time). You are a pretty good mom to soapstar and even though i sometimes teach her how to squirt milk from her bottle or grind crumbs intO the carpet you tell me i am a good dad. also, thanks for getting up and taking care of slumpy when it is so early and i am dead. you are ok. i think we shoUld stay married.