Wow, two new posts in two days.....
I'm thinking that you, my six faithful blog readers, are probably wearying of the medical posts lately. I find that my mind works with what I have and lately that's been it. Feels like all I've done is go to the doctor....last Monday, Tuesday, and then Thursday before ending at the emergency room in the early evening. Yes, I was admitted and left the hospital late Sunday morning.
This time I had an intestinal obstruction. Not fun. In all my medical business through the years, I have never had that. I never want it again. I don't like a diet of "nothing by mouth". When they say that, they mean NOTHING. I don't like IV's but I like a tube in the nose pumping out the stomach for two days even less. I like none of it. But you know, you gotta take what life dishes to you. And yes, attitude makes a world of difference as that wise rheumatologist told me years ago. I tried. I REALLY tried but have to confess that by Saturday afternoon, my nerves were not happy. I just want to love Jesus and love people and on Saturday afternoon, I just loved Jesus. Luckily, I got over it and loved people again.
The Husband is really good to me during these "sickness and health" times of the wedding vows. I'm going to owe him big. He brought everything I asked for to me to make my hospital stay easier. Even as we sat waiting for discharge on Sunday morning and I told him I felt compelled to go to the Sunday service at church, he didn't bat an eye but said, "We won't get out of here till after lunch." See we have learned that life in the medical world moves slowly. I replied that if we did get out in time, maybe we could stop by church on the way home. We could be late--which we never are--but this time it would be okay.
Now understand that I was still kind of weak but much better than I was Thursday and Friday and at least things were not blocked anymore. Well, lo and behold, we drove out of that hospital parking lot at 10:30 and arrived at church at ll:02 a.m. I somehow knew the Lord had something for me. It was just one of those things that I KNEW because God let me know. HE KNOWS. I will admit here that I would have discouraged this action fresh out of the hospital in others that I love but I did it anyway. It didn't matter that I hadn't washed my hair in 4 days nor used deodorant in 4 days (somehow it was not in my travel toiletry bag and I was sickly and it didn't register that I needed it). It didn't matter that I was wearing a homemade tshirt dress that had a spot on the front nor that I had no jewelry or makeup on. Shucks, I didn't even know where The Husband had stored my pocketbook at home. (I've learned a girl is lost without her pocketbook.) We went to church. As we were getting out of the car, I asked The Husband to put a couple of kleenex and my chapstick in his pocket. As we walked in the foyer, The Husband said that I was wearing the evidence (as if the look of me wasn't evidence enough) and I looked down at my two hospital bracelets. I asked him if he had a knife (you know those things don't just tear off), he didn't. Then I asked The Son-In-Law in the sound booth if he had scissors. He didn't. So I just used the hospital bracelets as my jewelry.
The service was good and from a different view sitting with The Husband on the back row. I noticed three young people there I had not seen in a long time so I wondered if maybe the Lord just wanted me to see them again. Then during the song service, someone led "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine" and my tears began so The Husband pulled out a kleenex. The rest of the service was good, but I think maybe the Lord wanted me to be encouraged by "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine....filled with His goodness, lost in His love." That's where I want to be....filled with His goodness, lost in His love. What a blessing!
I'm still a bit weak-eyed but feeling better....learning to take a bit more care of myself rather than pushing as I've been accustomed to. I do have another doctor's appointment on Friday morning with an endocrinologist as three thyroid nodules have been found a couple of weeks ago and recommendation is to needle biopsy the large one in the right. This doctor will consult and then do the biopsy in his office...a one-stop shop. I'm not excited, I won't lie, but am assured that HE KNOWS.
Aren't we blessed that through all things, HE KNOWS exactly what we need and will work that together for our good? Where would we be without that blessed assurance? All I've heard the past couple of days over and over in my spirit is "Trust me". "Trust me". So that's where I'm going, blog friends. I'm going to trust him with all my life because HE KNOWS. In all of life things are best when I realize He IS all I need!
And all God's people said, "Amen!"
I'm thinking that you, my six faithful blog readers, are probably wearying of the medical posts lately. I find that my mind works with what I have and lately that's been it. Feels like all I've done is go to the doctor....last Monday, Tuesday, and then Thursday before ending at the emergency room in the early evening. Yes, I was admitted and left the hospital late Sunday morning.
This time I had an intestinal obstruction. Not fun. In all my medical business through the years, I have never had that. I never want it again. I don't like a diet of "nothing by mouth". When they say that, they mean NOTHING. I don't like IV's but I like a tube in the nose pumping out the stomach for two days even less. I like none of it. But you know, you gotta take what life dishes to you. And yes, attitude makes a world of difference as that wise rheumatologist told me years ago. I tried. I REALLY tried but have to confess that by Saturday afternoon, my nerves were not happy. I just want to love Jesus and love people and on Saturday afternoon, I just loved Jesus. Luckily, I got over it and loved people again.
The Husband is really good to me during these "sickness and health" times of the wedding vows. I'm going to owe him big. He brought everything I asked for to me to make my hospital stay easier. Even as we sat waiting for discharge on Sunday morning and I told him I felt compelled to go to the Sunday service at church, he didn't bat an eye but said, "We won't get out of here till after lunch." See we have learned that life in the medical world moves slowly. I replied that if we did get out in time, maybe we could stop by church on the way home. We could be late--which we never are--but this time it would be okay.
Now understand that I was still kind of weak but much better than I was Thursday and Friday and at least things were not blocked anymore. Well, lo and behold, we drove out of that hospital parking lot at 10:30 and arrived at church at ll:02 a.m. I somehow knew the Lord had something for me. It was just one of those things that I KNEW because God let me know. HE KNOWS. I will admit here that I would have discouraged this action fresh out of the hospital in others that I love but I did it anyway. It didn't matter that I hadn't washed my hair in 4 days nor used deodorant in 4 days (somehow it was not in my travel toiletry bag and I was sickly and it didn't register that I needed it). It didn't matter that I was wearing a homemade tshirt dress that had a spot on the front nor that I had no jewelry or makeup on. Shucks, I didn't even know where The Husband had stored my pocketbook at home. (I've learned a girl is lost without her pocketbook.) We went to church. As we were getting out of the car, I asked The Husband to put a couple of kleenex and my chapstick in his pocket. As we walked in the foyer, The Husband said that I was wearing the evidence (as if the look of me wasn't evidence enough) and I looked down at my two hospital bracelets. I asked him if he had a knife (you know those things don't just tear off), he didn't. Then I asked The Son-In-Law in the sound booth if he had scissors. He didn't. So I just used the hospital bracelets as my jewelry.
The service was good and from a different view sitting with The Husband on the back row. I noticed three young people there I had not seen in a long time so I wondered if maybe the Lord just wanted me to see them again. Then during the song service, someone led "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine" and my tears began so The Husband pulled out a kleenex. The rest of the service was good, but I think maybe the Lord wanted me to be encouraged by "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine....filled with His goodness, lost in His love." That's where I want to be....filled with His goodness, lost in His love. What a blessing!
I'm still a bit weak-eyed but feeling better....learning to take a bit more care of myself rather than pushing as I've been accustomed to. I do have another doctor's appointment on Friday morning with an endocrinologist as three thyroid nodules have been found a couple of weeks ago and recommendation is to needle biopsy the large one in the right. This doctor will consult and then do the biopsy in his office...a one-stop shop. I'm not excited, I won't lie, but am assured that HE KNOWS.
Aren't we blessed that through all things, HE KNOWS exactly what we need and will work that together for our good? Where would we be without that blessed assurance? All I've heard the past couple of days over and over in my spirit is "Trust me". "Trust me". So that's where I'm going, blog friends. I'm going to trust him with all my life because HE KNOWS. In all of life things are best when I realize He IS all I need!
And all God's people said, "Amen!"
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