In all this Job sinned not,
nor charged God foolishly.
Job 1:22
For the past three days, I've been confined to my cell because of a medical restriction...
nor charged God foolishly.
Job 1:22
For the past three days, I've been confined to my cell because of a medical restriction...
I'm in horrific, teeth-grinding pain. And I've spent these days mostly resting on my bunk. My right knee swelled up. It looks hideous as well. I've had knee injuries before, but never like this.
On the morning of August 7th I reported for sick call because by this time I could barely walk. The nurse took one look at my right leg, immediately put a handful of anti-inflammatory painkiller pills into my hands, and promptly filled out a medical restriction form. No work, confinement to my cell except for a daily shower, and I'm to stay off my feet as much as possible.
Coincidently, in my journal for August 15th, I wrote that various parts of my body had begun to protest my new job in the kitchen. And my right leg is protesting now with a deep and gnawing pain that makes sleep difficult and walking nearly impossible. But I won't blame God for this. My body needs to get used to hard work.
D.B.
On the morning of August 7th I reported for sick call because by this time I could barely walk. The nurse took one look at my right leg, immediately put a handful of anti-inflammatory painkiller pills into my hands, and promptly filled out a medical restriction form. No work, confinement to my cell except for a daily shower, and I'm to stay off my feet as much as possible.
Coincidently, in my journal for August 15th, I wrote that various parts of my body had begun to protest my new job in the kitchen. And my right leg is protesting now with a deep and gnawing pain that makes sleep difficult and walking nearly impossible. But I won't blame God for this. My body needs to get used to hard work.
D.B.
