The good news, I guess, is that a lot of people my age are already dead. You could look it up (as Casey Stengel used to say).
The bad news is that my high blood pressure has in some inscrutable way done harm to my innards and I gotta go back to the doctor on Wednesday to find out more about it and get another prescription.
The nurse practitioner tells me most of my problem is age-related or genetic, and that otherwise I am a reasonably healthy specimen. If she had told me I had to give up my daily cigar, I think I would have fainted.
I hate medical stuff.
May the Lord give me whatever I need to deal with this–starting with trust in Him.
Today has been just an awful day so far–just now, the cat is coughing a mile a minute, and my wife is fetching her car back from the shop because it wouldn’t work this morning: and so on, and so on–but now I can cope with it, because prayer works.
Once, a few years ago, the landlord and I were bringing a refrigerator upstairs from the cellar, with me at the bottom end. Suddenly my strength was used up. Do you know that feeling? The feeling you get when you are plumb out of strength.
Well, I couldn’t afford to conk out halfway up the stairs with a refrigerator on my back. So I prayed. “Lord, I need more strength and I need it right now!” And He gave me what I needed. Right then and there.
This hymn request is from Linda. Keep ’em coming, folks.
Rush to the doctor, rush to the pharmacy, then to the supermarket, then you can try and generate a Newswithviews column…
They say I have high blood pressure.
Well, forsooth, that’s why I bought my bike in the first place; and it was doing a very nice job of lowering my blood pressure until I fell off two weeks ago. So my arm is still messed up, I have other serious family problems which I’m not at liberty to mention here, I have enough work to keep me as busy as a one-armed paper-hanger, and on top of all that, every day I watch my country being murdered by inches by the very persons who have a sacred duty to preserve and protect her.
Yeah, I have high blood pressure. Duh!
But I believe in the power of prayer, and I believe in God’s sovereign rule over my life and the lives of nations. And if any of you feel moved to pray for me–well, I appreciate it, and I’m convinced it’ll do me good.