When I went to church on Christmas Eve, my favorite home health nurse was across the aisle. I was a little worried that it was a sign as I met her at the same spot last year. She was quick to knock on wood for me, a church pew. As my family was wrapping up their duties, a friend asked, "How are you?" I responded with my typical fine. "Is that a fine or a really fine?" It is possible for people to know you a little too well.
By the time Doctor Day arrived in the new year, I was feeling a little bit more positive. Although, I am not one to make predictions on Doctor Day, I wasn't exactly worried. When I arrived and my clinic nurse reminded me that it was annual studies, I felt a bit of trepidation. It was going to be a longer day than I thought. Annual studies involve lots of extra "fun": a chest x-ray, lots of blood work, a bone density test, you get the idea. After my chest x-ray, the tech told me it was fine to "rearrange." It was his way of telling me to put my regular clothes back on. When the lovely lady drawing my blood picked up the seventh tube, I quit counting.
When it was all done, the story was about the same. The blood sugars were high, the PFTs were not cooperating, and my weight had held its own without any magic medicine. There was some good news.
A week passed quietly and then the junk arrived. So, it was time to rearrange literally. After five days of laying low, there was some improvement but not enough. Of course, the nasty Minnesota weather doesn't help matters at all. My husband flew out for Europe for work and my sister arrived with her two youngest kids to help pass the time playing Barbies. Of course, she managed to cook, rent some movies, and help with my latest project while she was here.
So, this week, I am anticipating another Doctor Day and trying to will my left lung to cooperate with me.
Until then, I have a special request besides the regular prayers to keep the bugs at bay. I ventured out for church today and saw that my friend wasn't doing so good. Of course, he likes to "sugar coat" the details but he could use some extra prayers. His girlfriend does a really great job trying to keep his spirits up but the fight gets long on days that your body just isn't playing fair.
Blessings,
Cindy
