Karma

I am sure we have all heard the term "Karma" or "what goes around comes around." There are many ways to describe something that you have done that ends up coming back to bite you!! The thing with this Karma, is that you are never really safe. You may have gotten away with something for say...22 years? and then one day - BOOM! Here is my Karma story:

As newlyweds in 1988, my husband and I were living at married student housing in a small town of Portales, New Mexico and Trent was going to ENMU. I was just a young, very, very young (LOL), girl experiencing life for the first time. We were playing a little game of chase in the house! I know, but hey, our mothers were not there to tell us no running in the house! This game took us around this very small apartment. I was running and ended up jumping on the bed, going around to the other side of the bed, Trent chased me and was going around the bed trying to catch me when he inadvertently caught his little pinky toe on the metal post of the bed. His toe was most assuredly displaced and probably broken. After a few minutes of writhing on the bed, replacing the displaced joint (gag) and crying just a few tears, I started to laugh. Come on...it was funny! Two grown people running around the bed and someone gets hurt?!? Who knew? Anyway, I laughed and laughed and laughed...it was a long time ago, but I would bet that I laugh till I cried. Trent limped around for weeks with a very bruised foot and a broken toe.

Fast forward to 2010. I was laying in bed on a lazy Saturday morning. I was not feeling very well fighting off a very bad cold and was just waking up from a NyQuil induced slumber. I got up and out of bed to go downstairs to get a drink and let the dog outside. Yep, you guessed it, I hit my little, baby, pinky toe on the metal frame of the bed. I writhed around on the floor, the tears were flowing, and bruise was already apparent, the swelling had started. I held my foot in my hands for minutes, rolling around on the floor, crying, screaming, wishing I had an IV full of morphine, begging for Heavenly Father just to take my life as I could never live in such pain. Trent....well, Trent laughed! Not so funny. In fact, I would venture to say not funny at all. It took close to 22 years, but, I am guessing, revenge, oh sweet, sweet revenge, tasted so good on Trent's lips.


Taken a few hours after the incident...it got much, much worse


Now, with all that said, Trent did take care of me and help me ice and medicate me, all through the biggest grin I have seen on his face in years!

Karma....gotta love her!