Why Standing on a Bar Stool is Not a Smart Idea

So this post has not been written with the primary need to share any of my specific spiritual reflections that God has revealed to me with in the last few days (one such writing is currently in the works), but rather to dispense a little wisdom and perhaps a little amusement at my expense. DON'T USE A BAR STOOL FOR A STEP STOOL.

There is a reason as to why standing on a bar stool is not a smart idea. Infact, using the bar stool as a quick substitution for the step stool was perhaps one of the most hair-brained, stupid ideas of my life. Yep, while I was in the act of hanging up new wall hangings in my kitchen, which had already been one aggrivating endeavor as it was, I decided to grab the bar stool instead of wasting my time and energy going upstairs into my closet to retrieve the wonderful invention called the "step stool." See we painted a new color in the kitchen over the weekend and I was on the mission to complete the new look. Instead of waiting for Scot, "the picture hanging guy" in this household, I embarked on this project by myself and it was a frustrating one.

Well, after some time had passed and I had succeeded with out falling, I decided to go up again for one more quick look at the wall hangings to make sure they were indeed secure and would not fall off the wall and hit me on top of my head while I was washing dishes or something; and okay one of the hangings was a tiny bit crooked too. So in haste I quickly grabbed the bar stool again, and since I had managed well thus far in my attempts to stand upon it, I may not have been as precise and careful as before.

Not sure what happened, but I suddenly found myself free falling, as the stool headed off in one direction and I in the other. I even found myself thinking as I was falling that this was indeed most certainly going to hurt. I landed with a sharp, hard thud to my right hip and low back with my elbow and head slammed the hard laminate floor soon thereafter.

I hit the floor narrowly missing the stove top. As I hit, I remember being stunned with pain all over. It was a hard fall. A bad fall. A nasty fall. I even remember hearing the sound of my cross necklace slamming onto the floor. I grimaced in pain while at the same time thanking God that I had not only missed the corner of the stove but that I had trained Skye a while back on how to dial 9-1-1 in the event of me having such an encounter as the one I had just experienced.

The girls came running into the kitchen asking if I was okay and what happened. I just gasped for air and shook from pain and nerves. I started to catch my breath and then I began to cry this deep cry I guess...a cry the likes the girls have never heard because they ran out of the room and started to laugh everytime I moaned. I tried to evaluate my wounds and turned onto my back and faced up towards the direction I had just come from. I calmed myself down and convinced myself that I was not dying and that I was not hemorrhaging from my wounds or anything. The girls came back into the room as I still layed on my back stunned from the fall. "Should I call 9-1-1? Do I need a neck brace or a back board? What would my dad do? (Side note in case you were curious: my dad is a retired paramedic) Should I call Scot?" I thought to myself. For some reason I thought that calling Scot who was busy working at work, none-the-less, was good idea.

Skye retrieved the phone and I called Scot who sounded very concerned and was about to leave work when a new thought entered my mind. Scot has taken so many days off from work for all of our family's medical needs and such that I just didn't want him to take yet another afternoon off, possibly stealing it from any other possible day in the future that could be dedicated for any family time as the summer is drawing to a close and no vacations or any such event has occurred this year. Then what really hit me, what made me really get off the floor was the medical bills. I am so gosh darn tired of medical bills and doctor visits and to add one more to our ever growing list just didn't sit well with me ESPECIALLY for such a careless act as I had just done and so while on the phone with Scot, and as Skye returned the bar stool to its rightful place, I slowly sat up and eventually made it to my feet, hurting all the way.

Several hours have passed since my unfortunate mishap with the bar stool and I find myself with a headache, low back and hip pain as well as pain in my neck, elbow and wrists. As I write this, I am trying to find any positive statements or spiritual correlations here to write and it has been like "pulling teeth here a little bit" but I did and it is as follows: Make sure your foundation is firm so to speak. Make sure that what you are stepping on in your "faith" is firm, strong and balanced; and if it isn't, take the time to pray that God will help you shed the burdens of sin or doubt or whatever it may be that is making it unstable.

And with that said I am going to sign-off for the night. God Bless.