No More Night Games for Me!!

About a month ago we got together with some of our friends to play some good old fashion night games. I haven't played night games in forever so i was pretty excited!!! We played a game called "Fugative." I had never played it before but once we got started I was lovin it. The basics of the game is for the "cops" to drive around in the car with a spotlight and try and catch you from going to point A to B. I am sure as you are reading this you are thinking to yourself: "Night games? Isn't she a little too old for this?" Well the answer is yes I am too old for night games or just accient prone. Cuz sure enough as I was hiding under some bushes I stood up to go run to the next hiding spot and my foot fell right in a window well and my face hit the metal part of the well on the other side.

When it first happened I was in shock and couldn't believe what I had done. I knew my face was bleeding pretty bad and i could tell it was by my eye. To make matters worse I was by myself and had to walk around the neighborhood for 10 minutes trying to find someone. After I finally found a few of our friends it took another 10 minutes to find Nash, he was still hiding.

To make a long story short, at that time we didn't have insurance and all the instant cares were closed because it was so late at night and it would have been a fortune to go to the ER so one of our friends knew a doctor in the neighborhood and I showed up at his door with a broken face:(. He was so kind and such a blessing to me. He drove us right to his clinic that he works at and stitched up my face. Still to this day I think how lucky and blessed I am that God put him in my path. I know it sounds cheesey but I really don't know what I would have done if it weren't for his kind act of service.

I am not sure if this experience happened to me because I needed to learn something. But I learned two important things:

1. I am too OLD to play night games

2. There are still good people out there doing nice things for others. I have really learned through this experience (once again cheesey i know!) how great service is. I am so grateful that Doctor hlelp me- a complete stranger. I will forever have a greater appreciation for little acts of kindness and service. I hope that one day I can pay it forward and help someone as much as he helped me.

And finally, I know this post is long but I want to be able to remember this expereince because it had taught me a lot and it's also a little humorous that I fell in a window well:) Thanks so much to my family and friends for the all the visits, phone calls, texts, and goodies. You all took such good care of me. I never knew I had so many people that care about me:) Thanks to my friend Malena for assisting the doctor with my stitches I am glad you were there! And one last special thanks to my husband. He was the best nurse I could of asked for. I love him so much and I am grateful he was so patient with me and waited on me hand and foot. Love you hun!

(One of my friends took a pic of me on the Doctors front porch thanks Kasey)

Here are a few Pics of my lovely face:
( I am documenting this for my blog book, don't mind how scary I look.)

All stitched up!


My beautiful black eye.

First Day back to work:


5 days after, starting to heal:

The day I got my stitches out:

2 weeks later: