The "True" Story ;)

You know, after having one injury or sickness after another it becomes almost embarrassing to post them all so close. My blog turns into a medical log. I almost didn't post news of my fall, but I gave in. However, I posted a watered down version to make it seem like not such a big deal. It gets tiring having people always asking if I'm ok. But I feel guilty now because I don't like to tell half truths. Here is what really happened:

Last Saturday night, Benjamin and I were bored. We decided to go ice skating. If you trace our previous attempt to ice skate together you will see that each winter since I was a junior in high school (exept during his mission) we have tried to go ice skating together. It has never come to pass due to thawing ponds, closed rinks, and so on. This year we were determined to find a pond or a rink to go skating on. We drove to the new one in rexburg, but they were closed because the male penguins were incubating their eggs there while the momma penguins were searching for food before their journey back to rexburg. Emily, my little sister, and her friend have been making small ice skating pond on their play ground at school and have been quite successful. So we went there. I guess some kids had left out their hockey sticks and pucks. I challenged Benjamin. I was winning, of course. But out in the white snowy expanse of the soccer field I saw the form a momma polar bear creeping toward us with 2 little cubs. It was about to leap at my husband! So I screamed and Benjamin thought I was just getting competitive. He swung his hockey stick to block a potential shot at his goal, but hit me in the jaw with the stick. He fell on his bottom and the bear leaped over him and landed on me. The bear sunk his teeth into my thigh, but before he could bite too hard, Benjamin jumped up and stabbed the bear in the back with the green Cabela's pocket knife key chain that he got for Christmas from his bro. Doug (thanks zoug, he loves it!). The bear went limp. Benj rushed me to the hospital to get my chin and leg stitched up. I had to get a Rabies shot in my arm because of the bite in my leg. I just told people it was a Tetanus shot so they wouldn't flip out. Anyway, I am doing pretty good now. I've learned a lot about Rabies through all of this. "Myth: Three Americans every year die from rabies. Fact: Four Americans every year die from rabies." 

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