The wooden angle sitting on the mantle was a souvenir/gift from the Land Down Under.
To toss it into the air and have it return in-flight to you is a skill few master. We didn’t!
Instead we dust if off because it looks nice: forming a paradox in design and practice with which I can relate tonight.
A trip to our local hospital began after much preparation and somewhat tense spirit too.
Would the appointments go alright such that I could return home and rest before a party this evening?
I brought with me several “rescue remedies,” food, water, favorite medical supplies, etc.
Having my port flushed last month went reasonably well so this one today should too.
I’d been battling Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth when some labs indicated liver stuff too. My Doc was willing to order a test over the phone and both would be today.
The liver/gall bladder/pancreas ultrasound could irritate a tender tummy for awhile.
Worse came a “tic attack” with the realization that there are several tender spots.
Gratefully, recovery came quickly and I was off to the outpatient clinic for the flush.
The nurse completed everything slowly as I’d requested; my preparation was flawless too.
Can you ice your chest wall while having an ultrasound, apply numbing cream before leaving home, and finish your breakfast/morning supplements in the waiting room between appointments running only 8 minutes late too? Sure you can!
But 8 minutes past the hour was too late. With everything that went wrong, the process would take OVER SIX HOURS!
The nurses there are saints as they let me sit in that treatment chair forever if needed.
Something about that 1 1/2 inch needle plunging into my port never has bode well with me. Or was it a slight change in tissue gradient from fluids and a blood thinner going in?
The procedure was completed and I thought I was going to be o.k. Then I started shaking.
The shaking continued for over THREE HOURS! Several convulsive spikes joined the mess.
Gratefully my beloved Stevers was able to leave work early, go home, and bring me an emergency dose of steroid medication at the hospital. He was my hero once again.
Within 15 minutes, the episode stopped. I lain in that recliner chair in shock for a long while. I wept some too.
We moved to the lobby where I devoured my last bit o’ snack and began to revive.
Once home, I rallied to help Steve get out the door to the party with gifts, dish-to-pass, yada, yada, yada hoping to join him later. Another FIVE HOURS LATER, I did.
Last year I was too sick to attend a gathering with these friends from out of town. My beloved sent me a video back then of the kids opening their gifts. Bittersweet.
This year I got to see most of the kids for a few minutes and all of the adults. Twas sweet.
Another victory was being able to visit in a home with a history of mold damage. Huge!
The First Defense Nasal Screens (See Julie’s Favorites), open windows on a cool Spring evening, and progress in reduced reactivity all appeared to help. Thank you Lord.
My plan was to stay in the moment, just enjoying the light banter and updates from all.
No matter that no one asked me much about things. I love them in Christ just the same.
So I live a Boomerang life, moving from wretchedness to sweetness often within hours.
I could brood the day long or keep my pretty tops sitting in a closet like that dusted toy.
Instead if my Lord grants the where-with-all to get back into life, moving ahead, slightly forward,
I will trust in His strength. I will do it. I will get there. And like the boomerang thing, the trip back will cancel the trip out that maybe wasn’t so good.
For we will face trials in this life, those of us who believe in Christ Jesus. The real question remains:
Will we stay on the shelf when the flippin’ craziness is done? Nope. Not me.
I will get out and try to have some fun!