2-17-10 ow

2-17-10
Wednesday
15:57

So… it seems that either God has to knock sence into me to get me to hear, or He graciously forsees my clumsiness and He works the situation to ease my troubles, or I either have really good or bad timing w/ my clumsiness. I was going to meet w/ Daniel to visit the kipsongo orphanage. Daniel and I were both fre at 2:30pm to meet up. @2:ish I crouched down to talk with some kids @ the graceway school, and when I stood up…wamo! I hit my head on the corner of a low roof beam. So the reslt is that we couldn’t go to the orphanage today, but Daniel was free to hang out w/ me @ the hospital. Good timing? Bad timing? God? Coincidence? Why is the sad sabu sad? I don’t really think I need to know. If it’s out of my hands it’s in God’s hands anyway.
In the end I got to see the barber and the seamstress (the doc shaved some of my hair [it felt like he used a dull pocket knife to shave the area. It hurt worse than the injury.] and gave me 4 stitches). I also got a deep shot in the arm for Tetnis, and a few shots in the head to numb for the stitches. Well, that was a little adventure… Ha, I was just looking at the medicine they gave me, and one of them is just loose white tablets in a small brown paper bag (this is Kenya). The bag has “2x3” penned on it, I think that means 2 tablets 3 times a day.