September 21 I'm walking to the church for a little Wednesday night Mutual Activity with the my Young Women, and out of nowhere, I step on a rock and...(now in order to understand this next part, it's helpful to know that I have an extra bone in my ankle which makes it unsteady, I didn't understand this at the time, I learned this about a week later from the obstetrician, all I knew at the time was)...crash, down I fell skinning my wrists and twisting my ankle "spraining" it. Luckily, I had my cell phone and so I called one of the Young Women presidency who happens to live about fifty yards from my house, and as I knew she was probably on her way as well asked if she could give me a lift. It's at this point as I'm pulling myself together and trying to get up to get into the car that I think to myself, "hmm, it's been a long time since I've sprained my ankle, but this hurts worse than last time." And for good reason. Fast forward to the next morning, my doctor telling me that it's probably broken and that I need to get it x-rayed. Sure enough, my fifth metatarsal was broken. For the next six weeks I was ordered to staying in my house with limited mobility. I couldn't put any weight on my foot, at all!! I had to hobble around the house on crutches, and even then it was usually just to the bathroom and back. Wonderful women from church brought me meals, as did the girls from work, and one of my lovely friends even taught me how to knit. Oddly enough, those six weeks flew by. There were only a couple days that I felt I was loosing my mind.
As this was going on, I kept thinking, what am I supposed to learn from this. I was glad that it was only a small broken bone in my foot and not something more dramatic, but still it was enough to put everything in my life on hold for a month and a half. Something like that is not coincidence, I needed to know what Heavenly Father needed me to see that I wasn't. And the answer came pretty quickly. I needed to go back to school, and I needed to do it now, not wait until next fall, but now, Spring Semester which was three months away. Once I understood that, everything fell into place. Registering was a breeze, financial aid was... as pleasant as financial aid can be, and everything else fell in line as well. I even found out that one of the women from my book club's husband was going to be my Professor for two of my classes.
I did go back to work the beginning of November and let everyone know my plans, said goodbye to my wonderful clients and made as big a dent in my medical bills as I could before starting to live off of student loans. Saying goodbye to the people was hard, but oddly enough, saying goodbye to the profession was not.
Now here I am, a student majoring in Art at the University of Idaho. I am loving it! I think I could be a permanent student if I could afford it. I'm taking 14 credits this semester, which I thought would be pretty relaxed, but I am plenty busy. I have Art 100 and Art 303 (taught by the same professor), Sculpture 241, Microbiology 155 (with a lab, my last core class), and Jazz Choir. So far on campus I have encountered a guy who looks exactly like Orlando Bloom only shorter, and a college age Fidel Castro ( the clothes, the beard, the hat, everything), and used the word excrement to describe a piece of art in class. Yep, this is the life. Hopefully it doesn't take another broken bone to update this again.
