Wanting to Cry

This is a terrible Monday morning post.

I know it!

I don't want to be down on a Monday...
I want to be happy and uplifting.

But then life creeps in and I have to
be real. If I am not real here, why
write the blog?

The pain has gotten so much worse.

I don't even want to get out of bed.

A huge pain pill and a long, long
sleep sound really good right now.

Not gonna happen.

We have a shot at a full school day today...
no one works... except Mikey, after lunch.

I have candles to make.

A house that needs attention.

My Mother-in-law, Georgia,
and I spent a few hours in the ER with Mikey
on Saturday night for a gusher of a bloody nose.
He gets bloody noses frequently but this was the
first that needed immediate medical attention.
Poor guy! He was scared...as was I.
I'll leave out the gory details.

We watched Penn State beat Ohio on the TV in the
waiting room after they handed the kid a basin and
more gauze and sent us to wait.

From there another TV was turned on to the Phillies
in the World Series...we watched that across the room
until our pager went off. By then the bleeding had
stopped but, after much delay, the Doctor,(a Red Sox fan),
finally cauterized the offensive vessel and we were on our way home shortly
after 1:00 am.

So...today I will contact my family doctor and see if he will order an
MRI on my hip to be sure the pain is not coming from there.

I will do the things that need to be done and I will pray for the
grace to do things well and cheerfully.

Wow! I am asking a lot of Him.

Maybe I should just pray that I can get things done...

Then I think of my friend Deena and I am put to shame.

That is a serious trial...Cancer.

She is such a trooper.

You should go over and sign her guest book.
That would be such a blessing to her.

So, all things in perspective,
my struggles aren't that bad.

Thanks for putting up with this morning's
therapy...

Blessings!

Becky K.