Well, the neurosurgeon’s office called back
altogether too quickly for my taste. And
at such an inconvenient time. We were in
WalMart. How dare they interfere at such
a crucial juncture of my day? And at
WalMart … the paradise of people-watching, the watershed of one-stop-shopping. How do they expect me to calmly and coolly
take direction for meeting with a neurosurgeon who is most certainly wanting to
cut open my back? Sigh. We pulled over just behind the bicycles and I
reluctantly took the call. Sure enough,
it was the front office wanting to make arrangements for an appointment. They also wanted to make sure I brought the
CD with the MRI pictures on it. Oh, and I
was to go online to the website they would send me a link to, and fill out my
complete medical history … before Friday.
Why before Friday? Because the
appointment is Monday. Whoa. That’s just about the quickest ever
specialist appointment I can remember. Add
to my to do list for Thursday: computer work.
That’s to go along with water exercise, home group preparation, and
taking the car in to the shop for an oil change.
On a more positive note, we were in
WalMart. We saw a set of twins. They were connected to a firefighter Mommy
and Daddy. Just turned one year old –
the twins, not Mommy and Daddy. Also saw
some on duty fire fighters. They were
gathering some bottles of electrolytes.
Tough day of outdoor-in-the-heat-and-humidity training.
Oh, and I did have one more item of
interest arise after we got home. Took a
phone call asking if I could do a wedding … this Sunday night. In Baytown.
In a backyard. Not a
problem. They invited Chris to come as
well, so we will make an evening of it. And
the best part of it all? They begged me
not to dress up. Shorts and an Island
shirt. Yes, please.
I didn’t quite make it to the end of the
Astros game. Had to bail in the eleventh
inning. Just couldn’t keep my eyes
open. Read in the paper today that they
won it in the thirteenth. That’s my
Astros.
1 Thessalonians 1:2-3 says, “We always thank God for all of you,
mentioning you in our prayers. We
continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith,
your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord
Jesus Christ.”
Father, I admit I am not looking forward to
this whole possible back surgery ordeal.
I could use some of your peace, but hold onto it until Monday
afternoon. Amen.
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