It Must Have Been the China Cabinet

We saw a cousin at “Stuff” consignment store Saturday. She had just purchased a china cabinet and found she had to load it herself. She had run into David earlier and came looking for us. Of course, we wanted to help.

It was huge – over 6′ tall and 4′ wide. It was solid oak with 1 glass shelf. We used a 2-wheel cart to tip it high enough to slide a piano mover under it.

My plan was just to guide it but when we reached the truck I worried about David moving all that weight. He told me to let go – I didn’t.

It landed on my right hand but my knuckles were in the grooves of the bed liner. “No harm was done,” I thought. But the china cabinet had pulled my hand down and twisted my torso rather suddenly.

I didn’t feel pain until I twisted the same way yesterday. After 15 minutes my left arm and neck were bothering me, too.

I called my doctor but they were full. The nurse told me to call an ambulance and go to the Emergency Room. She told me not to drive. Now I was scared!

I called David but the truck was in the shop getting the air conditioner fixed. He told me Derek’s car was in the shop, too, getting serviced. Laura works a few miles out on the other side of town. I didn’t want to wait.

I told David to pray and I would text him when I reached the ER. It’s only 1/2 mile from my house.

The ER was full. After a few hours, the results from all the tests showed my heart was fine. Thank God! But that was a very expensive pulled muscle! I went home and finished my devotions.