Wounds without Cause

Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? Who hath babbling? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Proverbs 23:29-30

I have always enjoyed that Proverb. I think it is kind of funny and I also have found it to be very true. Especially since working in the court system for 12 years now. It is amazing how nearly every crime I see somehow comes back to the fact that the people involved had been drinking. Obviously the alcohol-related charges are related to alcohol. But also nearly every other dumb thing that somebody has been charged with, other than minor traffic, is brought back to alcohol. I am always amazed. Domestic Violence, Assault, Disturbing the Peace, Trespassing, Theft, Riot, Threats Against Life are a few of the charges that come to mind. Invariably the judges asks, "Had you been drinking?" And I'd say 98% of the time the answer is "Yes."

Luckily I was taught from a very young age that alcohol was not a good thing to consume, nor any other addicting substance. In my home we didn't even drink Coca-Cola nor anything like unto it. And luckily I don't have problems with Assaults or starting riots, either.

But here is a problem. Wounds with out cause. I enjoy soccer and have played for years. So my legs are usually well-bruised and I can assume that any wound on my leg is probably from that. But it could be from running into the dishwasher or accidentally kicking a chair or tripping over something. But other than my legs, I am constantly finding wounds on myself and have no idea where they came from. I think that because I injure myself so often, I just take a quick gasp at the pain and then move on. Yesterday I banged my knee super hard on a door frame. My bedroom door frame. I had turned out the light before getting to the door for some reason and simply misjudged it. After murmuring under my breath and trying really hard not to curse, my senses came back to me and I said to myself, "I need to remember that I hit into the door. So when I see the big bruise tomorrow I will know what it is from."

In addition to these wounds without cause, I have a fear of losing my memory, and the two go hand-in-hand. Before my Hep A was diagnosed (just over 3 years ago), I became so ill that I became dehydrated. But I was home alone with my kids and I couldn't think right so I didn't know I was dehydrated or that I should drink anything. Did you know our brain is 98% water? Anyway, I lost like 2 or 3 weeks worth of my memory. My sister Amy tells me that she came over and asked if my brother John had been by to see me because they were worried about me. I say, "Nope." And she calls John and he says, "Yes, I was there just 2 hours ago." Others took care of my kids, took me doctor appointments, cleaned my house, or did other things that needed to be done. And I don't know who did what or how we survived.

Okay, I have to stop talking about that because its making me sick to my stomach. That was a very scary time for me. Besides the memory loss from the affects of the disease, I then also had to take a lot of drugs that ended up often being mind-altering. Ever since that time, I have a real fear, perhaps a phobia since it starts my heart pounding and my mouth gets dry and my throat starts to constrict, of losing my memory. If it happened then, how do I know that tomorrow I will even remember what happened today? Thank goodness for blogs.

Wow. That got really off track. All I really wanted to say in this post is, "What in the world? Why do I have so many strange bruises and scratches all of the time? Where do they come from?" This one was particularly strange. A dark purple, oval-shaped bruise on my eyelid. This photo was after several days, but it was bigger and darker. The kids and Chancho kept asking, "What happened to your eye?"
All I could do was shrug. And these lovely cuts on my leg that have been trying to heal for well over 3 weeks now (I also heal very slowly)? I have no idea. I can only say that they are more of my "wounds with out cause" and until we get a complete and accurate translation of the Bible with none of its precious parts removed, I will have no idea where these come from because I don't even drink.