| | I have a wife, a child, a job and no time for this blog. It doesn't mean I have no thoughts that I would like to share, but rather, no time nor energy to share them. So with that, I offer my final thought on Xanga.
This thought and story start about a week ago. Last Thursday at work, my stomach decided to operate a mutiny for the better part of the day. I wasn't too keen on this. Strangely, right as I got home, things started feeling a little better. After we brought some dinner to some friends who just had a beautiful boy, I not only felt better, but I was HUNGRY. That led to the not as wise decision of, "Let's stop by Sonic. I'll just do chicken fingers. And fries. With 2 onion rings with the meal." Absolute money on any other day, horrible choice on a post-riotous intestinal battle. With the intake of that meal, I didn't really use the restroom until Monday. Yeah, egad. (Just tell me at which point this is an overshare...oh, you can't stop me from writing, so on I go).
The weekend progresses with me just feeling off - a stomach that won't release, a throat starting to tickle, and a headache on the rise. We arrive at Sunday and I feel awful. Straight awful. The throat is now rioting too, grabbing the headache for an ally, and the stomach taking the route of the stalemate. I ended up getting some crackers and two pieces of bread Sunday. What a feast, eh?
We missed church (Emaline is sick during all of this too, just not as bad as Dad) because I couldn't really stand up. Monday came with no improvement. I even took a half day at work because I knew I needed to rest and get better. Tuesday arrives, still crap, but I think I can grin and bear it at work. Grin and bear I did, but I still felt horrible Tuesday night. Wednesday comes...maybe a bright side? NO! Throat, head, stomach all unchanging really. I have done all that I know how to do, so with this I go to...the doctor. Seriously, this isn't me. I NEVER go to the Dr. I am convinced that I can always wait it out and normally do. Today, not so much.
And what does the doc say? YOU ARE SICK. And contagious. Go home, get rest, take these meds, and you aren't allowed to go to work tomorrow. No church tonight, no work tomorrow. Please, let me tie in the other interesting tidbits that make this story more than an update.
Meggie and Emmy left today for Texas. They aren't back until Sunday. Lent started today, for which I gave up watching TV (bad and growing addiction, needed to stop anyway). There were some books I was going to read. I knew that I needed to use these days and spend time with God as I have almost neglected my first love. And I ordered some house slippers on eBay since my old ones ended up hurting me. What do these have to do with the above?
Slippers finally came today. No family at the house. No TV distraction. Can't go to work. Have to stay at home. I have my Bible, my books, idle time and lots of chores to do. I think that God wanted my attention. I think he wants to talk. We've got some catching up to do and, whether I liked the means or not, we've got time to start catching. I've always claimed God is a comedian. Today, I found it out on a personal level all over again. Thanks, God.
-Excelsior!
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