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June 14, 2006
Sometimes They're Bad
I haven’t had a really bad dream in a long time. Last night, though, I had a horrible one. In fact, I am still shaking my head over it.
I dreamed that Andrew had his entire right hand removed.
Let the horror of that sentence absorb.
My sister agreed to let him baby sit this summer if he agreed to have his hand cut off. (No, that doesn’t make any sense, but that was the dream.)
I clearly remember he had a white bandage wrapped around a stump and was lying here at home in his bed.
All sorts of horrible things went through my head – things he would no longer be able to do with ease. I felt like crying. I felt like screaming. Typing it for this post makes me want to cry again. It was a nightmare.
Only when I awoke did it occur to me that he wouldn’t even want to play his keyboard. I opened my eyes and assured myself it was only a dream and then I thanked the Lord repeatedly.
This dream was so real to me. Sometimes bad dreams like this are hard for me to shake and I don’t know why. Not knowing why I had it might cause uneasiness. However, I do know exactly why I had this dream.
FOX is showing season 2 reruns of House which Kevin and I missed the first time around. On last night’s episode, a guy had his entire hand amputated because it was rotting off. It bothered me when I saw it on the show – the actual amputation and him holding up a bandaged stump at the end, but I didn’t say anything.
I guess I now know how much it bothered me. It’s horrifying.
Posted by tami at June 14, 2006 9:21 AM
Comments
Don't be too hard on us amputees. We do learn to adapt. I lost all but my thumb on my right hand at age 4. I'm now 62. Along the way I learned to type one-handed, became a jourmalist, won a few awards; learned to play the guitar and write songs, won more awards, have a great wife and family. Life goes on. It will all be restored in the resurrection.
Posted by: Rodger L. Hardy at June 14, 2006 11:10 AM