Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Have you ever heard....

such hacking and gagging and coughing in your entire life?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Apparently, you've not been anywhere close to my house lately.

I've not been able to breathe well for the last couple of weeks. I didn't have a rescue inhaler, either. The one I found in my desk at The Office expired in March of last year. LAST YEAR!!!!! (Apparently, I don't clean out my desk enough.) And so I commenced with the wheezing.

It was when it reached a fevered pitch (last Thursday) and coupled with the coughing that I decided that maybe I should consult with someone who spent a few years in med school ending with a diploma.

So, I picked up BA and went to the HIMG's NowCare (urgent care). Beautiful people they have there. Although, I thought I was going to have to pick my nurse up off the floor she was laughing so hard. I didn't know someone so sick could be the source of such laughter.

Now, I don't know why these people seem to think that sick people enjoy getting on the scales when they already feel bad, but I for one do not! No, thank you! I'll just take 2 Little Debbie Boston Creme Rolls and call you in the morning!

I did tell her that I was going to do my best "4-year-old" tantrum complete with "I don't wanna's" thrown in for good measure. And I did. Then, she wrote my weight down wrong. I told her she didn't have to fix it - as long as she was allowing me to weigh less than what I really do. Nobody's going to get all bent out of shape over that. She took my temperature - and I surely did have a fever. It made it all the way to 101. She took my blood pressure. I told her that I would take "the Extra-medium cuff, please" because I wouldn't be treated in an office that had small, medium, and large cuffs. It would be small, medium, and extra-medium, thankyouverymuch.

She finished with her part of the 20-questions game and left me in that exam room to rot wait for the doctor. He wanted to swab my nose to see if I had the flu. (I'm thinking, "GREAT! I can't breathe out of my nose, it's constantly running and totally stuffed up, and he wants a nurse to stick a foot long Q-Tip up my nose! THAT'S FANTASTIC!") It turns out that Dr. I-did-not-introduce-myself-short-balding-man-in-a-yellow-shirt (because he didn't tell me his name) decided that I did not have the flu - yet he failed to tell me what I did have.

So, I was given a script for Zithromax and told to get it filled "TONIGHT!" and "TAKE THE FIRST 2 PILLS TONIGHT!" by Dr. Yellow-shirt and sent on my way.

Onward to Wally World to get the script filled. Yeah, right. By this time it's 7:45-ish and I wasn't sure what time they closed. So, I asked. The nice pharmacist lady told me that they indeed closed at 9, but that they weren't going to be working on anything that came in after a certain time because they already had cut off the amount of scripts that they would be filling and that I would be lucky if I got my script by 5 the next day. WHAT?!?!?!?!

Dr. Yellow-shirt would've had a fit! So, I went to BA's pharmacy. They had it filled in about 10 minutes.

Needless to say, I've been almost planted on the couch for the last few days. I did resurrect and make it to The Office yesterday morning - but it wasn't very fun. Today, if I tried, I could scare all of the people who call The Office and make them think that Fran Drescher works here. Teethy

Anywhoo, I'm almost out of breath now. I'm going to take a nap.

See you all later...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

I'm thinking...

I might have some of "whatever this is" figured out.

I've been rather "blech" about most things lately. I couldn't figure out why.

Then, I read this post by Boomama, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I've been to Uganda. I've seen the faces. I came home and cried for almost a month because I had to leave all those beautiful children there - with what felt like nothing. And I came home to a perverted version of Canaan - with food and "stuff" flowing like milk and honey. I was so appalled when I came home. I didn't think about it much before I left, but when I came back, there was a whole new AuntieB. I could not think about things the way I did before. I've wavered from that feeling just a little...

And now, I'm back there. I'm in a funk that makes me very unsettled. I remember my trip and all of the emotions that are connected to that trip, and I'm just not sure that I can "settle" with what would be referred to as "church as usual" - or anything as usual, for that matter. Now, I'm trying to be honest. Question: could you be this honest? Well, I'm trying.

I'm tired of seeing people who label themselves as "Christian" - and act in a way that does not reflect Christ. I'm tired of people (those labeled "Christians") taking their "stuff" out on other people. I'm tired of everybody thinking they've got the answer to what's "wrong" with our churches.

What is wrong in every one of these situations? WE'VE LEFT CHRIST OUTSIDE OF THE ENTIRE PROCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After Christ started his ministry, he was in a meeting with some Pharisees that tried to trip him up. They ended up falling on their faces by the end of the discussion. What you find is the Pharisees asking Christ was the greatest commandment was. (You see, they not only had the 10 commandments, but another few hundred that they used to scrutinize everything everybody did - as if the original 10 weren't enough.) Anyway, Christ gives them 2 answers. These answers boil those 10 commandments down to the "nitty gritty" - and the Pharisees didn't like it.

Answer #1 - "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and great commandment."(Matt. 22:37, 38 NKJV)

Answer #2 - "And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these 2 commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets."(Matt:39, 40 NKJV)

I'm not telling you that I have the answer to all of the problems, but I'm telling you that Jesus does. I'm not telling you that I know how you should act, but I'm telling you that Jesus does. I'm not telling you that I know how you should talk, but I'm telling you that Jesus does.

What I'm saying may be a little on the "radical" side (it would be by most churches), but if anything's going to change, it's got to be each of us. Individually. No excuses. No "reasons" why you can't do it. No telling anybody that it makes you "uncomfortable". This whole topic makes me uncomfortable.

This is me being honest. I'm tired of the ho-hum. I'm stepping out to be more radical. Will you join me?

Thursday, February 7, 2008

I think...

...I'm in a funk. And I might ramble. If you're not ready for rambling, you might want to close this blog now.

(waiting) Last chance.

(waiting some more) If you stayed, you're fair game. Here we go.

Something in my spirit isn't well.

Well, right now my body's not well, either. I've had the sinus thing that's been going around. I'll have it for a few weeks, then it'll go away. It'll come back and be worse than before, and go away. And then, the "shampoo" directions kick in. You know: lather, rinse, repeat.

It's the most vicious cycle I've ever had with anything I've ever had!

I'm really trying to just manage one day at a time right now. When all I really want to do is go home and go back to bed. But.............you gotta eat! That's right! I'm real when it comes to being a Baptist. I like to eat, and my paycheck buys the groceries. So, there you go.

Anyway, I'm in some type of transition period. I don't know what's going to happen. It's like the anticipation of "waiting for the other shoe to drop". Something is unsettled, and I can't put my finger on it.

I really need to start exercising. (I know, it's almost a curse word) But I really need to. I've got something big coming up in July that's really exciting. And I'd like to lose some weight before that "big event".

I just went to the doctor. My primary has been worried about the possibility of endometriosis (sp?). So, I went to see the "girly" doctor (girls, you know the one. I don't have to tell you.) and he's going to change my pills and try a different therapy to see if that's what it is or if it's maybe something else. C & I have been concerned about the possibility of not being able to have children, but that's almost a secondary concern right now. Waiting for some test results can be nerve racking, too, and that's another place I'm at.

There's another struggle that's just come up within the last 24 hours that is just giving me grief. There's something that someone wants to participate in, but there's a dress code. This person is bucking the system on every point about the dress code. Some of the dress code is laid out in the participation guide, but I went a step further (I'm in charge of this activity) and offered to make matching outfits so that everyone would look uniform. And that's not what they want to do. (If anybody has any suggestions, I'll take them. At this point, I'm ready to beat my head against the wall. Mom and Sister have already offered some.)

So, with the sickies, the test results, this struggle with one person, and a few other things, I'm just really unsettled. If you could just pray for me right now, I'd really appreciate it.

In the end, we're all just learning how to "Praise Him in the Storm". See y'all later.