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Lent is always predictable

Via Dolorosa
My Lenten seasons are always predictable. God makes sure that I am given the opportunity to share in Christ's suffering. I can - of course - refuse to enter into the experience, but I try my best to muddle through. Wimpy, struggling, hard: but I try.

I have to get spinal shots for arthritis in my neck and shoulder every three months or so. It sounds horrible, but it's actually not a big deal.

Since our car accident in January, I've developed pain in my back and leg. Not just pain, but numbness, which is a whee bit frightening. So, the doctor has ordered a "nerve panel" to determine exactly what's going on, and then proceeded to tell me he'd give me the same type of shots in my back and hip that I get for my neck. Okay...

Except it was 12 shots. I'm not a wimp when it comes to needles, but 12 shots?? Are you freakin' kidding me?? All at once - sure. Why not?

I never have after-effects from the neck shots. Well, the back and hip ones - feels like someone punched me. And then, the day after the shots, I was in the shower and the world started to whirl around. That was not so good.

I spent yesterday in a nice, safe, immobile chair. I was diffusing frankincense and peppermint to help with the dizziness, and by about late afternoon I was feeling stable. My hip still hurts, but the world has stopped whirling around.

So, Lent. Thank you, Father, for always making sure that I get the point of Lent. Thank you for the opportunities to share in the Passion of our Beloved Savior, even if I do a completely horrible, miserable, sad and puny job of it.

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