I’m having some trouble getting over that “prostate shaving” procedure, so Patty phoned the doctor yesterday. I was afraid of being hauled back into the hospital for more slice ‘n’ dice, but they only warned me to take it easy for some days, give myself time to heal.
Well, all right! I’ve been ordered not to exert myself.
What about writing, though?
One thing about blogging–it can, and does, take your mind off your physical afflictions. (Well, so does interpretive dance… but who needs that?) This morning I suddenly had enough gas in my guts to inflate the Hindenburg. It has since left me. The point is, I’m in need of relief–and in need of prayer.
Oh, my, look at that! 11:11. One more blog post, I guess. I seem to be running out of gas.
“Running out of gas,” indeed, forsooth. It’s good to see that you haven’t lost your touch for sly wordplay. And yes, I continue to hold you in prayer.
Prayers continue. I am still struggliing with my daily weakness, dizziness, pains, etc. It is hard for me to believe any human being could be feeling like this, and keep on breathing. I still am, though and prayer is what I depend on.
I pray for you all the time, Erlene.
I pray for you every day, Erlene.
Anesthetic can have negative effects on digestion, so this isn’t all that surprising. The prayers continue.
I feel like all I’ve got lately are negative effects.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel.