I am progressing well. Home health nurse and physical therapist have been by and the occupational therapist is on her way. Good care and follow up planned for me. Thankful for these good services. Will see the surgeon on Wednesday. Expect all to go well.
What a month! I recently blogged two posts, “Poor, Poor, Job” and “As the Boils Sting.” I prepared a unit of study regarding the topic of suffering; I thought I was ready to teach it and share some apropos thoughts, musings, experience, scriptures, etc. After all, I thought, I had graduated from that course of study!
Pain. Day 1,2,3. Called 911. Emergency room. X-ray. Wrong diagnosis. Wrong medication. More pain. Crashed. 911. Emergency room again. Broken hip. INR number outrageously high. Five days to bring it down for surgery. Anemic. Blood transfusions. Inept volunteer. Transfer hospital. Medical rehab. Dropped on the floor. Lifted with a hoist. Day of new tests. (Lawsuit precautions, me thinks.)
Two week’s rehab —-
Poked and prodded. Cloaked and coddled.
Many folks made me sigh, but many folks were nicer than I.
Dear Bloggers, are we just victims of circumstances? Or was there reason, even a plan, in all that? What do you think?