Three things you should know about me:

1) I love a good injury, BUT
2) I'm terrified of something bad happening to my teeth...especially while I'm here, and
3) This whole "sleeping in a tent" thing is totally new to me.


A couple of weeks ago when we were out in the village it got pretty windy one night. I was laying in my tent, enjoying the breeze and trying to fall asleep when a huge gust of wind came through. It lifted my tent up and started to blow over so I reached my hand up and hit the side to push it back down. That's when my 6 lb. Maglight came plummeting from the gear loft 3 feet above my head and nailed me in the mouth.

I sat up and held my hands up to my mouth and they immediately pooled with blood. It hit me so hard that everything was kind of numb. I really thought my front left tooth had been knocked out! I was looking for it because I couldn't tell if it was still in there or not. It was crazy! Sarah climbed in my tent, looked at my face, assured me that my tooth was still there, and got me some toilet paper for all the blood. It was our first night out for the week so some of our water bottles were still frozen and she made me hold one to my face. My upper lip immediately looked like I had put a marble inside it. And the inside was gushing blood.

We took these pictures the next day. My gum ended up turning black and a chunk of it came off...which renewed the fear of my tooth falling out...it never did. And for the next day or two my top lip got so big it was hard to talk and eat...but pretty funny to look at.

And I don't put my flashlight in the gear loft anymore.






I have (finally) posted some other pictures on Facebook. They load much quicker on there than here, but we still don't have good enough internet in the desert to post pics from there. Thanks for keeping up with my adventures and praying for me!