What a great trip to the Nebraska Ag Expo. I never know what to expect when I agree to show up at events, and the experience continues to blow me out of the water.
I’m so grateful for each and every one of you that stops by with kind words, encouragement, stories, advice, and the list goes on. It makes me tear up even writing about it.
In today’s world it’s so tough sometimes to not feel invisible. The fast pace has made me question a time or two if anyone really cares, but my heart is filled with so much joy after meeting so many of you. For that I say thank you.
To say that event would have been the highlight of last week would have been an understatement. The week just went downhill from there.
I was already anxious about the knee replacement that was going to happen that afternoon. I had severely damaged it on two separate occasions when I was younger and had exhausted all other resources except getting it replaced. It was all I could do to not turn around on the way to Omaha and head back to the ranch, but somehow I pushed through.
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Surgery itself doesn’t freak me out – it’s the knowing that my body will respond in its own away that’s the unknown piece, and it was in full revolt. I spent Tuesday night at the hospital where my lovely Ehlers-Danlos syndrome decided it wasn’t going to metabolize pain meds. I’m pretty sure I had been given enough to down a cow, but every new drug they tried, my body was like “nope, not good enough.” (I’m trying to imagine it saying this in its best valley girl voice).
Long story short, it was a long week. I had to go back to the hospital twice over the weekend where they found out I had acute anemia and ended up taking me off all pain meds because my pulse and blood pressure wouldn’t regulate.
So, I’m still in Omaha, at least for a couple more days, to make sure that everything is finally starting to head the right direction before I make the trek back across the state.
I’m trying to not get stir crazy. I’m doing a pretty decent job of not thinking about missing the Boss Man and the Boss Man’s Wife, and the Holy Terror too much.
It’s been great to catch up with my brother and family, but next time maybe under different circumstances.
Please keep the prayers coming. I would definitely take them.
Jaclyn Wilson is more than a rancher, raising Red Angus cattle at Wilson Ranch near Lakeside, Nebraska. She’s an artist with a welder’s torch. She holds leadership positions with several agriculture organizations. She can be reached at jaclyn@flyingdiamondgenetics.com.
