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. 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.