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Grateful for prayers, thoughtfulness
Usually Mondays are not such good days, but now and again they can be just fabulous!
Last Monday I was to have my home nurse to draw the regular blood for lab work possible changes; she usually arrives in order to get the blood back to Russell Hospital before 10 a.m. By 9 a.m., no sign of anyone or phone calls, so I called the nurse. Sadly her car was being towed from Sylacauga at the time; now working on a fill-in. Got my fill-in by 10:15 a.m.; she was nervous knowing we only had just a few minutes. This was my first time out with my contraptions in the backpack.
Firstly, we looked at new glasses for me; this was to fill the prescription I got after my ophthalmic examination back in January, but didn’t feel like even choosing a pair of glasses until very recently. Well, that and the fact that my vision really required the new update for the bifocal/age part; smile with me here.
We got our big bag, 55 pounds, of dry dog food; collected prescription meds, and I still had time for my special treat of an ice cream soft cone from Burger King before seeing my doctor. I have a wonderful set of doctors now, and they all work together for my health and wellbeing.
At my appointment with Dr. Tate Hinkle I learned that I had gained 19 pounds; we both jumped for joy. What a wonderful thing. It finally happened to me, after near death heading my way in March. We can do a lot of things on our own, but eventually we shall need some sort of help from the professionally trained that are there to help us all. I proved that to myself, but realized I needed to ask for help from my caring doctors. My sister Sally will tell me I made it because of our strong gene from our dad and the independent/do everything properly mum. I personally think they must have been watching over me, and my nanny that I loved so, but what clinched the saving of my health this time was prayers. I had so many prayers from family and good friends, in letters, cards, by phone, and messages, and so forth. That Monday morning, May 17, my friend Peggie Sue Ott, the reverend of the Nixburg Baptist Church, who told me to tell my mother that she would watch out for me, and she has. Peggie told me to stop by on my way to town. I forgot twice to ask Ron to do that for me, then I had to see the doctor, so it was a perfect opportunity.
Peggie said she had a little goody for me and began to explain it. I collected the “goody;” it is a lovely cross, about 12″ tall, made of a pretty chintz cloth that hangs or lies on your bed. It has a pocket with paper where you put a special name for prayers, replace the paper in the pocket and put it on your bed. A young lady named Angel, Peggie’s niece who attends that church, made one for everyone, and I was included. I feel as though it really got me on the right track with feeling better, getting back an appetite for good food, which I had almost completely lost, and it is helping me with my strength and memory. I am so grateful. Thank you to all who wished me well; I appreciate every prayer and thoughtful deed.
One more thing, the lab has changed my drip ingredients so that even though I cannot forage for the whole day (yet), I get my IV for 16 hours now, and that’s a really good thing, to move without a pole and the other contraptions.
Happy birthday to Jason Monroe Self of Equality on May 28, hard to realize he will be 21 this year; to Jean Sims on May 27; and to Glenda Masters of Jackson’s Gap (former member of my Southern Belles Red Hatters) on May 30.
Don’t forget the Equality VFD will be back in action for their monthly fundraiser Saturday, June 5. They will serve lunch from 10:30 a.m. – 1 p.m. with hamburgers, hot dogs, a bake sale, and a rummage sale. Right there in Equality proper on Alabama Highway 9 at the old firehouse/Masonic Lodge, right next to Quality gas station in Equality.
This week, I ask you to remember two little sayings; both are nice:
No Matter where you roam, it’s always nice to be back home.
Discipline can be the difference between success and failure.
Until next week, keep cool and keep smiling.