it's interesting how sickness can bring out the person we try to hide away.  Normally when we are sick we can be all those things that we think we've somehow conquered. God clearly shows us that we are less than perfect through this. I kind of like it actually.. it's like we're all at a masquerade and it's the end of the night and we get to take off our masks and show everyone the real us, imperfections and all.

my mask is off and God still loves me anyway

so as I'm sitting here in panera, I noticed that most people who decide to eat here pick a table/booth that is sitting along the wall.. noone really goes for the middle tables. I wonder why that is? Is it that people feel insecure sitting in the middle of the place or maybe they like to people watch. It's an odd occurrence really.

My grandma is really amazing.... for alot of reasons. She was a self taught nurse. She never went to school for it but was an apprentice of sorts and learned how to take care of people. Well today I sliced my finger open probably deep enough to warrant stitches. I however did not have to because my grandmother mended my finger without a needle. It was impressive. She also hugged me as i sobbed and sat me down after I thought I might pass out from seeing my own blood. I felt like i was 10 again :) Grandmas are great :)