Skip to main content

Okay, so here's what happened on my way to work yesterday...

Let's just start off with: yesterday was not a good day. Due to a scheduling nightmare, I had two doctor's appointments yesterday morning. My plan (and no, I didn't hear God laughing because I was too busy with my plan) was to hit doctor appointment A, go to work, get a bunch of stuff done, hit doctor appointment B, and then head back to work to finish off the day.

Here is what actually happened.

I got to doctor appointment A - the pain clinic - at the appointed "please arrive 15 minutes before your appointment," which was at 8 a.m. The nurse who called me back - the one who ALWAYS CALLS ME BACK, EVERY TIME I GO THERE - mispronounced my name AGAIN. EVERY FREAKIN' TIME!

I sat in the exam room for 40 minutes.

The doctor came in and decided I needed another spinal injection, which I was not prepared for. Usually, this means mild sedation and having someone drive me home. So, I did it with no sedation. Not recommended.

Meanwhile, as the techs were prepping me for the procedure, one of them discreetly pointed out that I had a tear in the back of my dress - right over my rear end. She kindly taped it together so I could at least walk out of the building with some semblance of dignity.

I had a bunch of clothes in my back seat that are on their way to Goodwill. I pulled out a dress, prayed it still fit, hustled back into the building, and threw it on in the lady's room.

Off to work.

When I got to work, it became immediately apparent that not having sedation causes A) a huge headache and B) feeling like I'd been punched hard between the shoulder blades. I did a flurry of work, told my boss I was going to doctor appointment B, and then going home.

At doctor appointment B, I had to wait only 20 minutes past my appointment time (progress!). This was my sleep doctor, who had put me on a CPAP 6 weeks ago.

"How's it going?" she asked.

I politely told her that I believe the CPAP is the spawn of Satan himself. It is like trying to sleep with an octopus strapped to your face via a horse halter. TRYING to sleep is the operative word, since I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I got the damn thing. But, being the recovering perfectionist that I am, I kept trying valiantly, night after night, to get a good night's sleep with this thing.

To which the doctor replied, "Oh, dear. You should have called me. I would have taken you off the CPAP weeks ago."

Then, I went home and slept for two hours.

And I offered it up - the whole stupid day.

Comments

  1. Oh. NO! Well, at least the octopus is gone! Praying for you for blessings the rest of the week. ~ Rosemary in Ohio

    ReplyDelete
  2. Your courage astounds me. Also, is your name pronounced "e-LEEZ"? As in the piano piece by LvB? Lastly, when one offers things up, does one offer them for a general or specific intention?

    ReplyDelete
  3. Yes, I pronounce my name as you've noted. When we Catholics "offer up" our sufferings ( see Col 1:24), we can offer it for specific intentions or for whatever God deems necessary in our lives.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

I love comments, even if you don't agree, but please don't leave anonymous posts. A well-mannered reader leaves a name!

Popular posts from this blog

Trying to "end run" God

If you're a football fan, you know what an end run is. From Merriam-Webster:
a football play in which the ballcarrier attempts to run wide around the end of the line We try to "end run" God a lot. I do. I figure I know better. I've got this - no need to worry the Big Guy about such a trivial thing.

Of course, it never works.

Like the puppy above, when we try and evade the tough obstacle (even though we KNOW we will eventually have to do it), we end up - well, off in the bushes.

But oh! How I wished my way worked. I'd love to take a flying leap and land smoothly and gracefully. People would be in awe, as if watching Simone Biles nail a balance beam routine that no one else would even attempt. I would shyly look down and blush - just lightly - and acknowledge (But humbly! Oh so humbly!) my achievement.

But no: I am the one pulling myself out of the bushes, scratches all over my legs and twigs in my hair. I'd hear that gentle but loving voice of God saying, &quo…

Trauma Mama

Dear Husband and I both enjoy certain medical shows, such as "ER" and "Code Black." ("St. Elsewhere" was another fave!) These shows revolve around trauma: humans who'd been ambushed by life: a car accident, a fire, and abuse, as examples.

More often than not, these shows also highlight the trauma the doctors and nurses needed to deal with. Having a patient die is always offensive to a doctor: they are charged with saving lives and losing one is the ultimate failure. Nurses spend more time with patients, and can forge strong bonds with people that may be in their lives for just a few days.

But trauma doesn't always look like a bloody body being wheeled into an emergency room, or a house surrounded by fire trucks and police cars. Trauma comes in many forms.

According to one website, trauma can look like surgery. It can look like moving. Trauma can be losing a beloved spouse or more horrifying, a child. Trauma can also be chronic pain, loneliness, m…

Be Brave

A few years ago, it came to my attention that a young family member was struggling with anxiety and depression. I was able to share with her a bit of my own struggles, and let her know she wasn't alone.

A few weeks after our talk, I saw the movie, "Brave." It struck me that the young protagonist, Merida, modeled a great quality. She was indeed brave.

Being brave is not about recklessness. It is not about confidence. It's not about being foolish, or looking for glory in the eyes of others.

Bravery is about doing what is right, even when you are a quivering mess. It's about knowing that things may not turn out the way you expected, but forging ahead anyway. Being brave is standing by the hospital bed while a loved one is dying, and all you really want to do is turn back time. Bravery is standing up to a bully, when your legs are screaming for you to run. Brave is doing what needs to be done even when you're scared and tired and feeling helpless and hopeless.

I …