Last night I felt really grumpy. I shared with a few friends, "I hurt tonight. Not DEEP. Not my worst pain ever, not by a long shot. Not even enough that I want to take a tranquilizer unless it gets more intense between now and bedtime, but nice aches all through both side of my core, up into my lower rib cage both in front and in back, even down into my personal area. This is seriously getting exhausting and flat out old! My surgery consult with the general surgeon in still 15 days away and then I'll have to wait for surgery after that, until it fits everyone's schedules! Thanks for listening to me whine a moment. I know it could be (and often has been!) so much worse! I'm just tired of it and annoyed tonight!".
A friend scolded me for saying I was whining because I was simply stating facts. I replied, "Yes, I was whining, true statement because I know how grumblely and complaining my spirit feels, my attitude is, while posting this!"
We both (she had had a bad day too) decided it was time to call it a night and ask God for a fresh start.
This morning I woke up and told her, "My tummy hurts today. Yes, deep, sharp lower right pain today, but this isn't with a whining attitude this morning, just factual. Thanking God for the attitude reset!!!"
An update to this sitution from my post earlier on Monday is that I have my general surgery consult set for July 30. Scheduler does NOT think he will be willing to do my appendix as all the tests and scans have not shown a visible problem there, even though GYN says it should come out while she is in there. So now it is just a wait and see game again. After that consult, when he decides if he will or will not participate in surgery, we will get a date set for at least the hysterectomy.
I have another loved one in my immediate circle in big need of prayers. I am not free to share details at this time, but God knows exactly who and what. Please carry this serious concern before the Lord with us! The prayer need is urgent!
PRAYER IS...TALKING WITH YOUR DADDads, imagine your little child coming to you with a splinter in his finger saying,"oh, most gracious earthly father, I humbly approach your recliner chair on a busy TV night, knowing you may have had a rough day at the office and therefore you probably won't even want the talk to a lowly wretch like me, but I have a splinter in my finger...I'm really sorry to bother you but I can't get it out myself."
That would be weird. Really STRANGE. No, most dads would be out of the chair at the sight of the first tear.Kids know how to talk to their dads when they have a need. "Dad, will you help me " or "Dad, I have a splinter." So why not talk to your Heavenly Father like your father. He IS your father. Just TALK to him. A lot. He loves you.“My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.” And my heart responds, “ LORD, I am coming.””
Psalms 27:8 NLT
Here'a a though-provoking and inspiring story making its way around Facebook right now, credited to a Mike Suddaby:
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
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I found this posted on Facebook this week. Good thing I don't drive. With my short term memory issues, this would totally be me!
Speaking of texting a driving., I have a friend whose brother was killed by a texting driver. This short video is sobering to watch, but a good reminder for us all about distracted driving:
Back to the short term memory thing.... Yesterday Rick got out of bed at 5 am for a moment. While he was gone, I took something of his. When he came back, he took it right back and I started LAUGHING. He teasingly asked me why I was laughing, know why full well.This event had happened all of 10 seconds earlier (if that) and I had NO CLUE and could NOT figure out why! But when he asked, I honestly could NOT REMEMBER! I even begged him to tell me why because the lack of memory was so upsetting, but he must have thought I was still joking as the need to know what had JUST happened seemed ludicrous and unfathomable, so he didn't answer me. I was annoyed, but tired enough I fell back to sleep anyway. When his alarm actually went off for the morning, I sat up in bed stating, "I know why I was laughing!" I could them recount the story in detail, but while it was still unfolding, could figure out the details for anything. Odd! Much like when I start a question or statement and loose my train of thought before I even finish voicing it and have no idea what I wanted to say.
Need a funny now? This woman, after surgery, had me laughing until the tears were running down my face (and I normally CANNOT cry). Her mental processing and reasoning skills made me feel for My poor hubby! The logic of a befuddled brain. What I must have put him through! Rick, thank you for loving me even all the times I've been just about this logical, easily saddened or angered!!!
This is just a neat idea I want to hang on to:
So if there continue to be too many "political" hot issues popping up that are needing to be addressed from a mental processing standpoint, I guess I may need to create yet another blog (or get busy posting at InfertilityMom again even though I am still trying to work out blog migration) to post all my views on these matters there, so I can keep this one focused on just stroke recovery, but these ARE issues that are taking up much of my mental real estate, so deserve some minimal mention here as well.
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My heart is also broken over the Iran deal and how it abandons some American citizens in torturous conditions there in Iran. Anti-Israel and Anti-American. Hurtful on two counts!!! Congress still has the final say here, so please act!
Post this at all the intersections, dear friends: Lead with your ears, follow up with your tongue, and let anger straggle along in the rear. God’s righteousness doesn’t grow from human anger. So throw all spoiled virtue and cancerous evil in the garbage. In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.
James 1:21 MSG