It has been one week to the day that I came down with this viral infection, and that is long enough. I'm not able to get together with my peeps, and I am not happy...in a sick, sad and sorry-for-me way. And if a friend did come over, I'd probably not answer the door, and then feel doubly hurt when they walked away. I wish I were kidding.
I'm still deaf...not as deaf as a post like I was, but who's kidding whom...deaf by any degree is still deaf. My head aches...I combed my hair, which ain't going to happen again, and I heard every single hair going through the comb, screaming as it went. I took a sip of water and it sounded like Katrina inside my head.
I had to wait till 8:00 AM to walk Ruckus because I didn't want to be out there in the morning darkness and trip on a loose brick, fall, and knock myself unconscious. He'd run and get hit by a car...no, someone would come along, see my little angel, snatch him and run, leaving me for dead. I'd never see my darling little baby boy again. I'd just better be dead.
And since I'm Seeing Me so clearly...I'll just say I've got the distinct feeling that God is off somewhere clipping his nails, waiting for his tea to steep, and here's me, quoting promising words (he goes before me to make the crooked places straight...uh-huh), and feeling unloved, unneeded, unwanted and unappreciated. And if this is his personal pique because I didn't know he does get his feelings hurt, then I'm sorry. He should have told me long before this for heaven's sake. He had ample opportunity back when I was all well...that's just dirty pool.
...well-grounded folks seem to be able, with God's grace, to take these calamities of life in stride and turn them into their demonstration of faith.
Thank you.
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