It started out with a doctor’s appointment
in the morning. Well, it wasn’t actually
a doctor’s appointment. I had to go to
UTMB for a CT scan of my head to see if there was anything there. After winding through the maze of the clinic
building I was directed to lie down on the table. Now I have done a boatload of MRI’s over the
years, with all my neck surgeries, so I closed my eyes and settled in for the
long haul. And in about three minutes,
maybe less, my escort was again standing by my side. I figured something was wrong with the way I held
my head, or maybe I hadn’t been still enough, but no. The test was over. What? Then
why do the MRI’s take so long? I didn’t even
have time to get in a decent nap.
From there we headed to a different door in
the maze for an x-ray of my shoulder. Actually
that turned out to be five x-rays of my shoulder in five different odd configurations. She asked me after explaining each position
if it was painful. Actually, the
position was not painful, but the transition into it was. I guess that all went well, too. It sure seemed fast to me. In fact, we arrived at the clinic building at
9 a.m. We were getting into the car to
come home at 9:40. That’s hard to
believe about any hospital, much less UTMB.
Something must be going right out there.
I spent most of the rest of the day working
on church stuff. Late in the afternoon I
did go to the beach for about an hour.
Call it research for the baptism coming up on Sunday. I sure didn’t catch any fish. Way too rough. Too windy too. So, yes, that’s it. Research.
Psalms 138:8 says, “The Lord will fulfill [his purpose] for me; your love, O Lord, endures
forever — do not abandon the works of your hands.”
Father, thank you for those modern day
miracles we see every day at hospitals. Now
give them some wisdom to interpret what those tests show. Amen.
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