In a few days -- once they found out I didn't develop an infection, they sent me home with no complications.
However, before Dr. Crites released me, he came to my hospital room for a "little talk," as he described it. He wanted to know why I had arrived at the emergency room, barefoot with green stains all over my feet and legs? I laughed and told him I'd been mowing grass. He didn't think it was funny.
Instead, he lectured me on the dangers of mowing grass while barefoot, and described the many injuries he had seen from lawn mowers. "You could have arrived with your foot cut off," he said. Then he asked me to promise him I'd never do a thing like that again. I solemnly promised, and purchased the proper footwear for mowing grass.
Each year, as our country remembers Dr. King's march on Washington, DC, I silently thank God for my brilliant and caring family doctor who got me to the hospital in spite of the fact that I insisted that there was not one thing wrong with me!
As God's child, I can claim the promises from Verse 11, from Psalm 91, as well. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.
Oh, the comfort of having walked with the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior for 70 years now! Whatever is ahead, I know I can trust Him -- even with my very life!