Is this how to rest?
So much for my plan to dive head-first back into my work as soon as I came home from the hospital.
Everybody’s telling me to rest. God knows I need it.
Going down the home stretch in the hospital, they gave me a new room-mate who snored and coughed explosively all night long. It sounded like a school for safe-crackers. So there was a whole week with no sleep at all. And I brought my room-mate’s cough home with me.
Next doctor appointment: Friday. There’s always one just around the corner. And now I’m afraid they’ll find something new and thrust me back into the hospital. Where it’s always noisy.
Rest, rest, rest, you patzer!
All right, let me try.
Resting and letting time do it’s work can be the hardest part.
Hospitals are very generous. They send you home with more conditions than you came in with. (/sarcasm) I can attest to that from my stay in the hospital this February. I went in with pneumonia and came home with a galloping case of diarrhea. 🙄 But all things pass — which is perhaps an unfortunate turn of phrase after my mention of diarrhea. (Are you allowed to laugh? Reader’s Digest used to say laughter is the best medicine. My grandmother thought chicken soup was the best. But chacun à son goût, as they say. Or de gustibus non est disputandum, as they also say.)
I have a bad feeling about all this.
Welcome back, Lee. My parents are also caught in an endless doctor appointment cycle. Going to the doctor is a bit like going to the car mechanic; they are guaranteed to find something wrong. -Watchman
You got that right!
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That roommate sounds like the hordes of hell on attack against a true follower of Christ. Hebrews 4 is a good place to hang out. It says he who has entered God’s rest has himself also ceased from his works as God did from His. One of the ultimate Scripture verses for the challenge of faith is Romans 8:28.
He didn’t seem such a bad guy while he was awake.