Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Overhead at the BYU football game

This was probably the highlight from last Saturday's football.

I was on the phone with my sister as I was getting ready to walk into the stadium in front of the cougar when all of the sudden the crowd of people in front of me stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Which really confused me because I was trying to figure out why exactly with kickoff just moments away no one was moving. It was then that I noticed that the BYU police had surrounded a car and were helping somebody into a waiting golf cart and realized that it was President Monson and his wife. It seems that at the same I realized who it was, so did everybody else because you could hear "look it's President Monson" being whispered and people began lining the path snapping pictures.

It was at this point when some BYU fan behind me said, "I don't even know why they have the police surrounding him. If some crazy guy with a gun were to come up right now, we wouldn't let anything happen to President Monson. I know I would take a bullet for him, and I'm probably not the only one!"

Monday, September 21, 2009

Summer's over

I guess with the first official day of fall, it was time to change the background, but I couldn't bring myself to put a fall themed one up. I normally love fall but this year I'm dreading its appearance--I think the "boot" has something to do with this feeling. But whatever reason I wish fall would stay away--at least for a little bit longer.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Celebrating two anniversaries

The BYU-UCLA last year is one of those games that is hard to forget. 59-0. It can't get much better than that. But I learned an important lesson at that game--Cute ballet flats and slick bleachers don't mix, especially if the game is exciting and you are jumping up and down on the bench. About five or ten minutes into the game BYU made an incredible play I started jumping up and down and before I knew it I lost my footing and fell back on my left ankle. It was only about a five inch difference between the bench and the floor, but as soon as I landed on my ankle I knew I had hurt it. It became painful to put pressure on it, but I was a true blue BYU fan and it didn't even occur to me to leave the game early. So I spent the rest of the game standing on one foot and refraining from jumping up and down, which considering the game was hard to do.

When it was still sore the next day, I figured it was just a bad sprain and started treating it as such--Ice, no gym, wrapping it, etc.

When it was still sore at one month, I didn't think much about it. Neither did I when it hurt at two, three, and four months. When I was still in pain at times at five months I realized that something was probably wrong and set up a physical therapy appointment.

Then in California, while enjoying the surf, I was hit by a wave and fell onto the ankle again.

After five weeks of therapy and I was still in pain, the physical therapist recommended that I go see an ankle specialist. This recommendation was made after I had booked my trip to DC and so I strapped on my ankle brace and braved the pain (though by the time I finished my last day, my ankle hurt so much that I could barely walk when I reached the airport in Tuscon for my connecting flight)

I saw the specialist the day after I got back from DC. He took some x-rays and the x-rays came up clean. But my tendon was inflamed and he concluded that I had tendinitis and gave me a walking boot and told me to come back in a month weeks. I went back at 5 weeks, still in pain and he told me that he wanted to combine physical therapy and the weening out of the boot. He said best case scenario, I would be out of the boot in two weeks, worst case a month. Two weeks passed and I was only out of the boot for about 3 hours, by five weeks the total has risen to about five hours. Going back to the the doctors, he had happy news--the tendinitis was healed. Problem though, my ankle still hurt. So it became time for plan B- an MRI.

The results of the MRI was that I had a Ganglion cyst, and no I don't have a huge bump like the picture shows. Because the Ganglion cyst is filled with fluid, they weren't able to get a clear picture of the tendon and there is the small possibility that there is a tear on the tendon.

So on the week one year anniversary of the injury and 3 month anniversary of being in the boot, I celebrated by scheduling surgery for the 8th of October.

Monday, September 14, 2009

I'm so domestic

Over this last week I channeled my inner Martha and loved every moment.
Telling my mom everything I did she was like you better write that down because you won't have weeks like that very often--and considering all the other requirements on my time, she's right!

Domestic totals:


(12 of the 17 blankets)

17 baby blankets (for the church's humanitarian program)
1 beanie (for the church's humanitarian program)
1 BYU quilt (about half of it was already done, but as I finished it I totally am counting it)
1 Apron
16 cups of Peach and Raspberry/Peach Jam
3 pans of Peach fruit leather
3 quarts of Peach Syrup
2 quarts of Spaghetti Sauce
and WON the ward bakeoff with Carmel Peach Pecan French Toast Casserole :)

Phew!

Friday, September 11, 2009

September 11

It's been interesting to watch everybody status updates/blog posts/twitter updates about where they were when they found out the news. I can still remember very vividly sitting on the back row in Brother Drapers Old Testament class in the MARB building. As class started he said something along the lines of "like the planes that crashed in NY" in reference to how unpredictable the world could be. While he treated it as something really light, I remember the feeling that life had changed--America had changed that day.

As I watched hour after hour of footage trying to make sense of it all, different emotions swam inside of me--anger, fear, patriotism, gratitude. I wondered if this terrorism would continue and if we would always live with this sense of unease. I wondered how it would shape our country and my generation.

Looking back over the past eight years, I've noticed some things. Our sense of patriotism, so high in those months and years following the attacks, has waned, as has our sense of duty and national identity. As as the events of that day really haven't had a lasting impact on our lives, I've noticed that it's really back to life as normal. Almost like we are trying to block out the events of that day and pretend like they never existed. Those few small areas where our lives were impacted, tighter security, liquid restrictions, etc., seem like they have always been that way as we have adapted in a way to move forward.

President Bartlet, in the West Wing's special episode to commemorate the attacks said " We don't need martyrs right now. We need heroes. A hero would die for his country, but he'd much rather live for it."

And I think that is the biggest thing that the events of September 11th taught me. To live for my country. To be willing to protect and stand up for those those things I find to be sacred, while looking past the outward difference and find what we have in common. And doing so will allow me to continue saying "God continues bless America."