Still sick, can’t buy a good night’s sleep…
I take refuge in a hymn: The Lord Is My Shepherd, sung by the boys’ choir at Wells Cathedral, England.
I have an emergency visit to the doctor this afternoon. I pray they accomplish something,
Tag: I’m still sick
How Am I Doing?
What I wouldn’t give to have one of my cats in bed with me!
People do ask how I’m doing–friends and readers, at least. And I reckon you deserve to know.The short answer is, “Not too well, kimosabe. Not too well at all.”
I’m not going to recite a list of symptoms. Just take my word for it: I’ve got a lot of symptoms. All sorts of ’em. Some are very painful. Some are just plain frustrating. I came very near today to falling asleep in my chair, watching TV. That could’ve turned out jim-dandy.
Yes, I need your prayers and am very thankful when I get them.
Still Sick… (*Sigh*)
People keep saying I look better. But I feel like a boulder rolled downhill and squashed me. I can’t imagine any reason for friends, family, and casual acquaintances to say this if it weren’t so. All I can say for sure is, I’m still sick.
And I have to wait till mid-August just to have a “consultation” about my no-good broken him. They’ll fix it… someday. Meanwhile, it hurts all night, all day. What I wouldn’t give for a good night’s sleep!
I will try to work today. Please pray for me and wish me luck.
More Doctoring!
This is going to be pretty skimpy reading today: I have not one but two! doctors’ appointments.
After which I’m thinking of just throwing in my cards and trying to take a nap.
Please pray for me.
Prayer Request (For Me)
Yours truly feels like one sick birdy today. So I’m afraid I’m gonna get dragged back to the hospital.
They tell you “Rest! Rest!” and then you can’t rest, no one will let you. (“Don’t give him anything to hit, but don’t walk him, either.”) But forsooth, the sun has come out, it’d be very restful indeed to sit outside and enjoy a cigar.
I haven’t been sleeping properly, I’m full of gas, and my spirit won’t take much more. As it is, I have to take a break just now.
[20 minutes later]
Well, I hope that did me some good.
It’s Killing My Spirit
Lately when I go to bed at night, I dream of being hauled back to the hospital. These dreams are not restful!
And it’s daunting to see how many of our little circle need prayers. Erlene, Phoebe, the Ingrams–all standin’ in the need o’ prayer, as the old song says. (And why am I so into spirituals this morning? Is the Lord trying to tell me something?)
Well, friends and fellow soldiers, you certainly have my prayers, and I know I have yours. I’ve been a patient for three months now and I’m really tired of it. And I still can’t find Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I have the book in longhand on legal pads, so I know I wrote it. But where’s the finished product? Did I somehow manage to lose it, somewhere in the bowels of some omnivorous computer?
We aspire to watching Jason and the Argonauts this afternoon. Some Ray Harryhausen monsters and Bernard Hermann music, with root beer, might have a restorative effect.
A Heart in the Sand
We never got around to disposing of our cat’s litter boxes. They’re clean: I cleaned them after she died, because we thought we’d get another cat.. That was our summer. Then I got sick. Couldn’t get a new cat.
Anyway, a day or two ago we noticed something peculiar in the one litter box. It was a perfectly sculpted heart, about the size of an open hand. We don’t know how long it’s been there. Nor how it got there.
I can’t express how deeply we miss our cats. Robbie was the last of them. Our household is disordered, and I have all sorts of medical procedures waiting down the road for me. I can’t keep track of them.
All I know is, somehow a perfectly formed Valentine heart has appeared in our cat’s litter box.
I’m Still Sick
Some readers have wondered why I crank out four blog posts in the morning and then bag it till the next day.
Well, that’s an easy one. By noon I’m out of gas. Finished. Being this sick is hard work, it uses up your energy fast. I can’t write a Newswithviews column, can’t return to work on my current novel. Blog posts I can do because they’re short.
So let me go ahead and finish up this Saturday morning so I can rest in the afternoon. I think Byron the Quokka might have some TV listings for us.