Huff-Puff-Pant!

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All right! I’ve ground out this week’s Newswithviews column, I still have that monster of a Chalcedon novel to write (on social media/Internet censorship), I can forget about working on my book today, and in a little while we’ll have to dash off to the hospital and sit around and wait for heaven knows how long for Patty to get a scan the doctor ordered. Where suppertime fits into all this is one for Gyro Gearloose.

Pardon me, please, if I don’t get around to any nooze posts today.

Thank you all for your prayers–we need ’em!

We’re Back (sort of)

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Patty’s doctor appointment took up practically the whole morning, and she now has stuff to do and places to go that makes my head spin. Don’t ask me to list it all.

The upside to this is that she feels better already, because something’s being done. At least she came out of this appointment with an inhaler, so she’s already ahead of what she got from the other guy, which was tons of tests and no diagnosis–no treatment, either.

Meanwhile the doctor has noted TOBACCO USE DISORDER–it used to be called “smoking”–on all her papers (but of course it’s A-OK to smoke pot!), and ascertained that she doesn’t have a gun. When did doctors get deputized as Junior G-Men, to find out who’s exercising our Second Amendment right? I find it rather sinister that the government uses doctors to make its little list…

There probably won’t be much to read here today. I have tons of work to do and I don’t see how I’ll be able to do it.

Please, dear readers, avail yourselves of the Archives–all sorts of cool stuff in there, going back to 2012. Normal service, I hope, will be resumed tomorrow.

Another Day, Another Doctor

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At 10:00 in the morning, already I feel like this?

Patty has to see the doctor later this morning, so please, everybody, pray for us. She couldn’t even get a diagnosis from the last guy, let alone any treatment.

I have to rush out to buy our weekend’s groceries, and of course it’s raining again, it always rains, the last day it didn’t rain was Saturday. So much to do! With so little accomplished.

And I’ve got to get in touch with Kirk DouPonce to talk about a cover for His Mercy Endureth Forever…

Doctor’s Verdict: I’m OK

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Thank you, everybody, for your prayers: God must have heard them, because the doctor told me this morning that I’m doing very well–nothing wrong with me that some fish oil capsules won’t cure. That’s for lowering my cholesterol, and I can live with that. Everything else, he said, is just my body aging.

Meanwhile, I would much appreciate it if you’d all continue to pray for my wife. We are two wheels united by the axle of our marriage, and if one can’t turn, neither can the other. You should’ve seen the work she did, preparing our taxes–and without the fatzing instruction booklet, which did not become available to us until yesterday, literally just an hour or two after she’d finished her colossal amount of work. Patty always sticks with a task until she’s done it: an inspiration to me.

Back to the Doctor’s, Again

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I won’t be here tomorrow morning. The doctor has summoned me to discuss the results of the blood work I had done two weeks ago–which, he coyly hinted on the phone, shows “a weak kidney.” And some other stuff. I don’t want to make too much of it, but to be on the safe side, I’d appreciate your prayers. I mean, really, nobody wants to hear he has a bum kidney. And other stuff.

An Odd Way to Treat High Blood Pressure

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So I’m almost out of blood pressure medicine and I need my prescription refilled. You wouldn’t believe the song and dance.

First they wanted to give me only a two weeks’ supply, so that in about ten days I could start the torment all over again. Then they said okay, three months–but you’ve got to have blood work done before you get your refill. So I went in this morning for the blood work.

That’s when they told me I’d have to do this every three months if I wanted my blood pressure medicine–“It’s our policy.”

I always get angry when I hear that. “I don’t care about your stupid policy!” I’m afraid I raised my voice. “No one in North America gets blood work every three months! I won’t do it!” So they said every six months would suffice. It should probably be only every twelve months, but I’ll fight that battle later.

After they took my blood, I was just about to go when they decided they ought to take my blood pressure, too. “But I’m already mad,” I pointed out, “and I haven’t taken my medicine yet today.” Well, they took my pressure anyway. And would you believe it? It was rather high.

“This is no way to treat high blood pressure–driving the patient crazy,” I protested. Yeah, yeah. Tee-hee. Supposedly now they will refill my prescription by the weekend, at which time I will have run out of what’s left. I made them promise. I made them write it down. Which probably means they’ll forget, so I’ll have to phone them Friday.

 

More Doctoring, More Confusion

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Well, we spent the whole morning at the doctor’s office, and don’t know much more now than we knew yesterday. At least I don’t.

Patty has some kind of problem with her circulation. That’s bad. Other aspects of her health are pretty much okay. Don’t expect a detailed medical report from me. I don’t understand enough to give you one.

The immediate business at hand seems to be dietary modification. My wife is averse to taking a bunch of medicines she never heard of, so that’s off the table, at least for now.

All I really know is to ask for your continued prayers. God’s healing comes without dangerous side effects. I ask for it, many times a day, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

So We Went to the Doctor… and Nothing Happened

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Two and a half hours up the spout: the doctor’s other office failed to send him the results of Patty’s tests, so the whole thing today was a waste of everybody’s time. So we have to do it all over again on Monday morning. Meanwhile, it’s limbo. Not the dance: that place that’s neither Heaven nor Hell, where nothing happens.

Couldn’t jump the hurdle ’cause they never set it up.

Please continue to pray for us. We need it.

Ministering to My Doctor

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I had my regular checkup today, everything’s cool; and as no one else was waiting to see him, Dr. Swan took the opportunity to pump me for more information about the Bible and Christianity. He took notes on my answers, so I had to pray I told him nothing but what was true, and acceptable to Our Lord.

It humbles me, whenever I’m called upon to minister to someone. After all, I’m not an official and bona fide Bible scholar, not ordained. To perform this service makes me acutely aware of my limitations. It makes me careful to stick to what I read in the Bible itself, and to what I’ve learned of history. Dr. Swan grew up in a village in Burma, and the Bible is unfamiliar territory for him. So I have to get it right.

Not your typical visit to the doctor’s office.

On Friday Patty will see him to discuss the results of her recent tests. He hasn’t read them yet but he told me not to worry, “Everything looks pretty good so far.” Please pray he’s right.