Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
I found out before Camille and Henry were to arrive that I needed to have surgery---an outpatient procedure after "Suspicious" test results. When I went to the surgeon-and she made this pronouncement---I began the old "LET'S MAKE A DEAL". It turned out that she was a little more assertive than the last doctor I ordered around.
At first I told her that I was training for a marathon and would prefer to wait until it was over. When she asked the date, that was a "NO". I then told her that my daughter and #3 grand were coming for two weeks and I wanted to enjoy my time with them. She agreed to the over 2 week wait. Ok-so I did get some concession!
Monday this week was the day with my arrival time of 6:30. Since I ran my long cut back run on Sunday-this meant that I had the training day off. The surgeon told me I could run as soon as I felt like it. OHHHHH--they are SO crafty with their choice of words!
I took my I shuffle and entertained myself with getting all the nurse's social histories. I love to listen to people's stories! After an hour an half wait, the doctor comes walking into "The Bullpen"---you know the holding area where they park you in surgery. They have me in this little room with the curtains all pulled around so she could mark me up for the surgery. She walks in with a magic marker and puts a R on my right shoulder. GREAT--she knows which side--but no other marks!
They roll me back to surgery. Now without getting too graphic---I know that I am about to be "Exposed" for who I am. EVERY NURSE in the room is a man!!! GOOD GRIEF--put me asleep--this is embarrassing! I stay awake while they put me on this table that is the width of a small diving board. It occurs to me that some might "drape" over the sides when they are slid over. They all laugh when I ask the question and talk about securing some of the patients for this very reason. They then strap your arm down and put this HUGE strap across your mid-section. I assume they don't want you jumping up and running out. I announce that the last time I was strapped down like this it involved a big baby with a huge head. Again they think this is just hilarious. They keep putting this mask on my face and saying breath deep and I keep taking it off to say one more thing. They FINALLY had their way with me.
The next thing I know they are waking me up and saying I am the only patient left and they want to go home and I need to wake up. The nurse tells me the doctor is on her way---so perhaps I need to get my wits about me enough to remember what she says later. My throat is sore and I am SORE all over--but not as sore as I will be the next two days. I think those men most have used me for a volley ball and hit me back and forth across that tiny table. I have been less sore after a marathon! It seems they had a difficult time getting the tube down my throat. Now I know you will be astonished to learn that I have a small mouth-throat. The side of the back of my mouth is scraped and raw-probably from a failed attempt.
BC picks me up and I go home and sleep the rest of the afternoon. He comes home and feeds me supper before going back to work and I am finally awake. Surprisingly I remember pretty much everything the doctor told me. A miracle considering my state of consciousness!
The next morning I get up and try to run. Sonja runs slowly with me and I make 2 1/2 miles before giving up. I have taken the rest of the week off --trying to rest and heal before my LONG run tomorrow.
As I said, some weeks it pays to find the humor in life and consider that joy!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I told her that as I was praying on my way to the track, it occurred to me that there seems to be pain and suffering everywhere. Her Father & Mother who are a ministerial family and counselor---have asked her did she know anyone who was not suffering--because they did not. We agreed that the world seems to be full of pain---even when surrounded by blessings.
"We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time." Romans 8:22
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
"If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
And for now----I am keeping my eye upon Him and my ear open for His counsel for I know----
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Rev 21:4
Monday, January 18, 2010
Day in -day out----I try to take good care of BC's needs. I listen to what he says and try to anticipate his desires. I try to have a quiet and clean house for him to come home to with a neatly groomed and blooming yard. I try to make his home an oasis of peace and tranquility. It is a labor of love.
I try to listen to my friends and offer assistance and especially prayer. The most important thing I do for them is have a ready ear and cleared head when they are talking to me. I let them know by words and actions how important they are to me. I tell them I will pray for them and their concerns and needs---AND THEN I FOLLOW THROUGH. It is a labor of love.
As I was thinking about the little things we can do for each other and how wonderful and special it makes us feel,I was reminded of "The One That Loves Me Most". The "Listening Ear" and bountiful blessing of lavish love that I am over-whelmed with every moment of every day. When I stop and consider it, I have that little flutter deep down that only deep and amazing love can give you. I am reminded once again of how special I am in His eyes and glory in the amazing love I receive. It is a labor of love.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I have spent the day trying to figure out how I ever worked not just full time but often LONG hours, raised children, cooked meals, did the laundry, assisted with homework, ETC ETC ETC when my children were growing up. It has taken three of us all day to keep ONE LITTLE MAN entertained and happy. Actually he is a delight---I have just forgotten what a full time job little ones can be.
Friday, January 8, 2010
We are not really prepared for the bitter cold in the South. Thankfully we have had no frozen water coming down--but we still run around like chickens with our heads cut off. (By the way if you don't know the meaning of that statement--you are young or a city dweller) We begin to talk of things like wrapping pipes, leaving the faucet dripping, removing ceiling tiles---etc etc. All in the hopes of preventing the DREADED frozen pipes!
The frozen pipe in itself is not SO bad---it's the thawing and sometimes bursting later that is a catastrophe! I have a friend that took his family skiing and while they were away we had a BIG FREEZE (that's what we Southerners call really cold). His house was 3 stories---and the pipes were in the top story ceiling. When they got home the basement was full of water that had run down the walls, floors, stairs, ceiling from the top while the water ran unabated!
My SIL told me a story yesterday of their pipes freezing one year when the family all had the stomach bug. NOW THAT MAY TOP THE LIST OF HORRORS!
Hopefully this will be our annual week of really bitter temps! We should get back to normal and have cold-but not bitter mornings and cool days. I keep in mind that it will soon be time to plant Spring flowers! Meanwhile in the frozen North-#3 Grand seems to be loving it: See here
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
I changed Drs this year. I entered her office LOADED with assertiveness! I told her about the Doctor I went to last year and WHAT I DID NOT LIKE ABOUT HIS recs! Told her what I would NOT be doing and what I would like to do. She is about the age of my middle child. I AM CERTAIN-she thought-this lady is a nut !
I had a little problem that she wanted to send me to a specialist for. I told her I was SURE it was being caused by the LONG runs that I was doing. I did finally agree that I would re-test after the marathon and if the problem was still present go to her specialist.
Yesterday her nurse called (the doctor probably looked at the name on the test and thought NO WAY am I calling her!} to give me the results of my lab work. It seems my cholesterol is HIGH---not SO high to require meds (WHICH I DON'T PLAN TO TAKE EVER) but the nurse told me I needed to be on a LOW FAT Diet. POOR NURSE! I immediately asked for the HDL and LDL counts. Told her that I LOVED gourmet cooking and had NO intention of cutting out BUTTER or giving up cooking all these delicious meals. I firmly believe that my elevated cholesterol comes from passing a certain point in life-since I have never had a problem before. I work out regularly-as you all know- and my weight is well under control. HEAR ME WHEN I SAY---I may die---but I will not die feeling deprived!
"If I perish-I perish" Esther 4:16
Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday's long run of 19 miles was one of those tests. NO FUN---PAINFUL--ALONE---AND I JUST DO NOT WANT TO DO THIS. Somehow DEEP DOWN INSIDE---I Pull Up The Will Power to FINISH IT. After the first 3 miles--I KNEW it would not be pretty and hoped I could finish. Hope will not get it though---it takes putting one foot in front of the other--sometimes when you just think----I CAN'T DO THIS--you just need to finish.
It is a life lesson in "Just Finishing".