I know that both Bill and I have already expressed our sincere and heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone at the NFA Alumni Day. I just wanted to share an update with you.
I know that LoveMyWoods and his lovely wife have a special bond with God, and when they and Evan offered to pray for me so that I could attend NFA Day with Bill for the first time ever, God was listening, and add to that all the prayers and good wishes from everyone else, I actually made it! It was greatly appreciated by the both of us.
What no one, not even us, knew until I saw the Specialist today, was that their Prayers were what allowed me to attend and experience all the fun, excitement, and great company of everyone else there. Your prayers in my opinion, went "From your lips to Gods ears", and that made it possible for me to not only attend, but be ferried around on the back of their ATV, both down to, and up from the range. And as Bill says, "Blessings" to everyone there, from tying the plastic Walmart sacks on my "NASA Boot" (as we called it), to loading mags for me for the 1919, to carefully keeping a hand on my back so I didn't fall over while trying my hand at shooting the Uzi (or as Bill calls it, "da UUUZZZIII" in his best Arnold voice.
What we found out today, was that the original Dr. here in our neck of the woods had misdiagnosed the fracture in my foot, and that it wasn't just a "split break", but a "spiral fracture", which after 4 weeks of lying low and gimping around as little as possible, (except on NFA Day, but that doesn't count, cuz it was fun!) is not healing even in the slightest.
I should have had surgery to stabilize the fracture about 2 to 3 days after I broke it, and letting it go this long has only caused it to become worse and now it's mandatory that I have surgery, it won't heal properly without it. The Specialist I'm seeing is at Ortho/Indy and is a wonderful man, with a great bedside manner, and he promised me that HE'd be the one doing the surgery. They're going to have to make a 4 inch incision down the outside of my R foot, from just below the pinky toe to about half way down my foot, and go in with pins, wires, screws and a plate, to wire it back together like it originally was, then plaster cast it, and let it heal that way. The hardware is permanent, so I won't need to worry about my pistol setting off any metal detectors, my body parts will do it all for me! I'm amassing more artificial body parts than real ones at this point, and carry not only my LTCH, but cards verifying that several of my other parts aren't real, my L ankle has a plate in it, and now my R foot will as well.
Now you know why our daughter calls me her "Mrs. Potato Head Mom".
And yes, I do still have my sense of humor, because without it, I'd be so depressed I'd never get dressed and show up at the 1500 in my bathrobe and slippers! 
As she's told my Drs over the years, if Mom comes out of surgery and her sense of humor is gone......RUN FOR THE HILLS!!! She's going to explode like a Bomb!
I firmly believe that it if weren't for everyone's prayers, I wouldn't have been able to even go, let alone have such a fun filled and great day, mud, rain and all! I learned years ago that there's no such thing as coincidence, it's just Gods' way of remaining anonymous. And on NFA Alumni Day, you all found yourselves coincidentally Angels! I couldn't have been better cared for, even if I'd been carried around by the biggest, baddest, most heavily armed bodyguards ever seen, with Bill as my own 911 squad, hovering over me all the way! All with some seriously Bad A** weapons!
We should know in the next couple of days when the surgery will be, fortunately (hopefully, baring any complications) outpatient, and I'll get to come home the same day. I'll keep you all posted, and I'll probably be a bit "out of it"...(aka LOOPY) for the first day or so, so if I don't show up on here, or post unreadable gibberish, you can always check up on me thru Bill. We're going to try to schedule it for either Monday or Friday, (hopefully Monday) that way he has that day off, and can take the next day off as well if I need him too. When we first saw the Dr. today, Bill had a really good feeling about him, and we're hoping he is able to put a "walking cast" on me, so at least after the first couple of days (maybe a week if my patience lasts that long) I can stay off of it like I'm supposed to. Because as I firmly explained to the Dr. (laughingly) "I don't hop! I'm to old, fluffy, uncoordinated, and stubborn to go hopping all over the place! And NO, I don't want a "Hover-Round". It'd only make the dogs bark at me."
But if I'm a good girl, and get my new Dr.s ok, maybe I can still make it to the 1500. EGAD!!!! I've turned into a "gunsta"!
Neither rain nor mud, nor lack of foot, will stay me from my intended goal! I'm determined to find a good, soft, suede (or other soft leather) holster for Betsy, now that I can legally carry her!
Head em up, move em out, move em out, head em up!....RAWHIDE!
Big Hugs to all of you!
7th Stepper (or should it now read "7th Hopper"?
And yes Que, if it's at all possible, I'm still determined to make you those brownies I told you about! It's gonna take more than a busted up foot to keep this old geezer down!
I know that LoveMyWoods and his lovely wife have a special bond with God, and when they and Evan offered to pray for me so that I could attend NFA Day with Bill for the first time ever, God was listening, and add to that all the prayers and good wishes from everyone else, I actually made it! It was greatly appreciated by the both of us.
What no one, not even us, knew until I saw the Specialist today, was that their Prayers were what allowed me to attend and experience all the fun, excitement, and great company of everyone else there. Your prayers in my opinion, went "From your lips to Gods ears", and that made it possible for me to not only attend, but be ferried around on the back of their ATV, both down to, and up from the range. And as Bill says, "Blessings" to everyone there, from tying the plastic Walmart sacks on my "NASA Boot" (as we called it), to loading mags for me for the 1919, to carefully keeping a hand on my back so I didn't fall over while trying my hand at shooting the Uzi (or as Bill calls it, "da UUUZZZIII" in his best Arnold voice.
What we found out today, was that the original Dr. here in our neck of the woods had misdiagnosed the fracture in my foot, and that it wasn't just a "split break", but a "spiral fracture", which after 4 weeks of lying low and gimping around as little as possible, (except on NFA Day, but that doesn't count, cuz it was fun!) is not healing even in the slightest.
I should have had surgery to stabilize the fracture about 2 to 3 days after I broke it, and letting it go this long has only caused it to become worse and now it's mandatory that I have surgery, it won't heal properly without it. The Specialist I'm seeing is at Ortho/Indy and is a wonderful man, with a great bedside manner, and he promised me that HE'd be the one doing the surgery. They're going to have to make a 4 inch incision down the outside of my R foot, from just below the pinky toe to about half way down my foot, and go in with pins, wires, screws and a plate, to wire it back together like it originally was, then plaster cast it, and let it heal that way. The hardware is permanent, so I won't need to worry about my pistol setting off any metal detectors, my body parts will do it all for me!
I'm amassing more artificial body parts than real ones at this point, and carry not only my LTCH, but cards verifying that several of my other parts aren't real, my L ankle has a plate in it, and now my R foot will as well. Now you know why our daughter calls me her "Mrs. Potato Head Mom".
And yes, I do still have my sense of humor, because without it, I'd be so depressed I'd never get dressed and show up at the 1500 in my bathrobe and slippers! As she's told my Drs over the years, if Mom comes out of surgery and her sense of humor is gone......RUN FOR THE HILLS!!! She's going to explode like a Bomb!I firmly believe that it if weren't for everyone's prayers, I wouldn't have been able to even go, let alone have such a fun filled and great day, mud, rain and all! I learned years ago that there's no such thing as coincidence, it's just Gods' way of remaining anonymous. And on NFA Alumni Day, you all found yourselves coincidentally Angels! I couldn't have been better cared for, even if I'd been carried around by the biggest, baddest, most heavily armed bodyguards ever seen, with Bill as my own 911 squad, hovering over me all the way! All with some seriously Bad A** weapons!
We should know in the next couple of days when the surgery will be, fortunately (hopefully, baring any complications) outpatient, and I'll get to come home the same day. I'll keep you all posted, and I'll probably be a bit "out of it"...(aka LOOPY) for the first day or so, so if I don't show up on here, or post unreadable gibberish, you can always check up on me thru Bill. We're going to try to schedule it for either Monday or Friday, (hopefully Monday) that way he has that day off, and can take the next day off as well if I need him too. When we first saw the Dr. today, Bill had a really good feeling about him, and we're hoping he is able to put a "walking cast" on me, so at least after the first couple of days (maybe a week if my patience lasts that long) I can stay off of it like I'm supposed to. Because as I firmly explained to the Dr. (laughingly) "I don't hop! I'm to old, fluffy, uncoordinated, and stubborn to go hopping all over the place! And NO, I don't want a "Hover-Round". It'd only make the dogs bark at me."
But if I'm a good girl, and get my new Dr.s ok, maybe I can still make it to the 1500. EGAD!!!! I've turned into a "gunsta"!
Neither rain nor mud, nor lack of foot, will stay me from my intended goal! I'm determined to find a good, soft, suede (or other soft leather) holster for Betsy, now that I can legally carry her! Head em up, move em out, move em out, head em up!....RAWHIDE!
Big Hugs to all of you!
7th Stepper (or should it now read "7th Hopper"?
And yes Que, if it's at all possible, I'm still determined to make you those brownies I told you about! It's gonna take more than a busted up foot to keep this old geezer down!
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