Last night, when I finally got out of that MRI thing, I was pretty worn out. I don't particularly like small places anyhow. It was hot and I probably ate too much at the all-you-can-eat buffet at Mt. Victory before I went for the MRI, so there wasn't any extra room in there. It took me a few minutes to 'get my head on' so that I could lay in there holding my right arm as still as possible for about 30 minutes. The staff was helpful, but I ended up laying there thinking about God and how He takes care of me. That was plenty to think about for a half hour.
I was looking around on the Internet today and found a nice little post on caring for missionaries.
Tim takes off for Colorado today. Matt and him should have a great time with Kristi's family out there.
Monday I go back to the doctor to find out what my biceps look like on the inside.
It's nice being here with Mom & Dad, but I really miss Kristi and the rest of the kids.