Chris started her day off by giving Freddy
a bath. Now that’s not so unusual, but
here’s the problem. We were out of heart
guard. Freddy gets one of those chewable
delights as a treat after the bath. And
oh, was she ever expecting one. She
wiggled and squirmed and raced to the pantry where such treats are stored. And all that was before the bath. Fortunately, we had some other dog treats
available to salve her overwhelming desire.
Not so fortunately, when I stopped by the vet’s office later in the day
to get some more heart guard, they wouldn’t give me any. Seems she is due for a heartworm test, and
they won’t sell us any until that test is complete. Well, OK.
Add vet bill to the list, I guess.
Quick truck update. I drove by the shop and it is still in the
bay. No idea how long this will
take. Day Two is in the books. And now we enter Day Three.
My day actually started with a trip to the
dentist. Well, oral surgeon
actually. It was just a follow-up for
the surgery I had the week before we left for Alaska. It was one of “those” trips. I waited in the lobby a full 40 minutes. They finally put me in a room and I waited
five or ten more in there. As the tech
lady got me settled in the room she tossed a casual thought over her shoulder,
“It’ll be just a few more minutes.” I
smiled and as sweetly as I could muster, replied, “Well, it’s already been 40. What’s a few more?” She kind of backtracked her flippant attitude
a bit and explained, “Well, uh, he’s in surgery. Uh.
I’m sorry.” Not a problem. I wasn’t mad or anything. Just curious about the long delay. I’ve never had to wait so long before …
As it turned out, while he was inspecting
my teeth (He gave his thumbs-up on the
surgery, by the way. Even said it should
be ready to have “the other tooth” screwed in by November. Wait. What
other tooth? Not something we decided,
by any means. And he once again said the
tooth next to the one he pulled should get a crown), I felt the distinct
vibration in my pocket that meant my phone was ringing. I returned the call to Cory, a long-time
Seasider and one of Nathan’s old running buddies. His Dad was in the ER with chest pains. So I just headed that direction instead of
home. I actually beat Cory there as it
turned out. He parked in the lot
farthest from the emergency room and had to maneuver his way through the
hospital maze. I stuck around with them
for a while and prayed with them. By the
time I left all they had done were some x-rays.
I checked back with them last night, and they had done an EKG and scheduled
him for some more testing today. Not
something to mess around with …
Matthew 7:13-14 says, “Enter through the narrow gate.
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction,
and many enter through it. But small is the
gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
Father, would you surround Mike Anderson
with your love and healing? Amen.
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