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Sunday, August 21, 2011

NEED WASHING?


A slightly different twist on a post, by a very good friend, on her blog.

It was pouring outside.  The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters.
So much in a hurry to hit the earth, it has no time to flow down the spout.

We all stood there, under the awning, just outside the door of Walmart.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.
I am always mesmerized by rainfall.  I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.

Memories of running, as a child, splashing so carefree, came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

A little girl had been shopping with her mom in Walmart.  She must have been
6-years-old.  She was a beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in:
“Mom, let’s run through the rain.”

“What?” Mom asked.

“Let’s run through the rain.” She repeated.

“No honey, we’ll wait until it slows down a bit.” Mom relied.

The young child waited a minute and repeated:
“Mom let’s run through the rain …”

“We’ll get soaked if we do.” Mom said.

“No we won’t, mom.  That’s not what you said this morning.” The young girl
said, as she tugged at her mom’s arm.

“This morning?  When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”

“Don’t you remember?  When you were talking to Dad about his cancer, you said
‘If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything.’ ”

The entire crowd became silent … I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the
rain … We all stood silently.  No one left.  Mom paused and thought for a moment
about what she should say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold the child for being silly.  Some might even ignore what was said.  But, this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life.
A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

“Honey, you are absolutely right.  Let’s run through the rain.  If God let’s us get wet, well…maybe we just needed washing.” Mom said.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing, as they ran across the parking lot, dodging cars and stepping in puddles.  They got soaked.

They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.  And, YES, I did.  I ran.  I got wet.  I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away our material possessions.  They can take away our money.  They can take away our health.  But nothing and nobody can take away our precious memories.  Don’t forget to take the time to make memories every day.  To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then a lifetime to forget them.

“Link” this to the people you’ll never forget.  Let them know you are thinking
about them.

Keep in touch with your friends.  You never know when you’ll need each other.

Take the time to LIVE!
And DON’T FORGET TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN!!!

Getting Old Is A B- - - -

This one is for anyone who is interested.  Just so I don’t have to “tell the tale” over and over.
I’m not sure how to start it, so I will just go with chronological.

7/21/2011 3pm:               Went to the emergency room at Kaiser Permanente Zion Hospital with severe pain and swelling in the groin area (and below).  After 7 hours of tests, they sent me home with antibiotics and painkillers.

7/22/2011 10am:              Returned to the emergency room with unbelievable pain and increased swelling.  After another 7 hours of tests the doctor told me he could send me home with a different antibiotic or admit me to the hospital.  Thank God I went for the hospital.

7/22-24/2011:                            The next 2 ½ days were filled with tests, including ultra-sound(3 of them).  Bouncing sound waves off an infection & abcess in that, already very sensative, area brings new meaning to the word “excruciating.”  To her credit, I could see the emotional pain it(my pain) was causing the operator of the equipment.  A lot of prayer time was used up in those few days.

7/24/2011 2pm:               Finally on Sunday afternoon, after a visit with the Infectious Disease doctor, the doctor from Urology came in and we discussed our “options”.
Option #1:   Continue trying to treat the problem with just antibiotics.  It turns out antibiotics can’t get past the threshhold of an abcess. Very possibly have to have surgery, anyway.
Option #2:   Go in for surgery immediately to remove the abcess, damaged - - - -, and surrounding tissue; then treat with more antibiotics.

Disregarding my natural male instinct to go with Option #1, in a vain attempt to protect what was mine, I went with Option #2 … Once, again Thank God.

7/24/2011, 6pm:     Surgery to remove one - - - - and the surrounding infected tissue.

7/25-28/2011:                  Three days of phasing in and out of reality due to medications of all kinds.   WARNING:  Stay away from Percocet!!!  It can make you crazy, literally.

7/28-present/2011:           Home to the best nursing care in the world, my wonderful wife.

8/5/2011, 7am:       Back to work a week too soon.  Wish I could have waited the recommended extra week.

Did I mention, for those of you who are uninitiated, that, while in the hospital:
#1:  Three times a day they stab a vein somewhere on an arm or hand to “draw” blood?
#2:  They wake you up every two hours, on the hour, to take your blood pressure, temperature, and (as I’m a diabetic) prick your finger to check your blood sugar.  If your blood sugar is too high, they also stab you with an insulin injection 15 minutes later.
#3:  Every two hours, on the half-hour, they make you turn back-to-side or side-to-back.
#4:  In the intervening time they keep waking you up to ask how you are or to try to get you to eat the most tastless cardboard on earth.***
#5:  Whatever happened to “Get Some Rest!” ???

*** When I, eventually, realized I could order specific items, not on the “list”.
I finally got edible food.

Recovery is a long road and mostly uphill.  I am a very impatient patient.  The worst part of recovery is waiting until it’s “safe” to do the things my mind & body are demanding I try.  Especially when I realize that some of the long wait times are medical CYA.

As Forrest Gump said:  “That’s all I got to say about that.”
(You’ll have to mentally ‘hear’ the accent)