Pre-Surgery Day

It is 11:45 p.m. and I am thinking of eating more, not because I am hungry but because I cannot eat or drink anymore after midnight until my surgery is over.  My surgery is tomorrow at 11 a.m.    I am allowed the occasional sip of water should my mouth get extra dry tonight but that is it.  I admit I am starting to psych out a bit and imagine I am getting headaches.  I get headaches all the time under stress but I’ve already taken the two Tylenol allowed and it really is not much worse, plus, the Head-On is fine so I can use that.  I need to stop this psyching out stuff as it won’t help anything.  I gave it up to God.  How can I give it up to God if I am going to let Satan psych me out?    That is very contradictory.  I am going to get through this and I am going to be fine.  This is what I have been wanting for a long time.  To get rid of this horrible fissure I have had for over a year.  Two, maybe.  To have a life without pain when I walk or sit or take a shower or whatever and to have a normal life with my husband.  I won’t go into detail but some of you can guess. (For those of you that know us, don’t you dare tell him I said anything.)

In other news, I finished my novel today.  50,078 words.  It was actually 50,150 when I finished but I did some editing and corrected the wording a half hour or so later.  I am so excited that I met that goal.  I did something and didn’t quit.  My story proved interesting and disturbing.  I don’ know if I will get it published.  I really don’t know just what I would put it under.  It is kind of adult fiction and it deals with a girl who is searching for her father and discovers he is the leader of a Cult.  It goes into some horrible experiences of the members of the cult and some interesting things she learns about her life there.  Plus, how she finally escapes and what happens to him and the other cult members at the end.  There is quite a bit of graphic detail and drama so it would definitely not be children’s fiction.  Does adult fiction have an actual title?

Anyway, I had told a friend (actually, I may have simply posted it) that I would change the theme of my blog after I finished writing my novel on Nano.  I had the last theme because I wanted the Word count pop-up on the blog.  I finished the novel today so I changed the theme.  I hope you all like this one.

I’ll be back as soon as I can.  No guarantee’s on tomorrow.  I hear the pain is pretty bad and the antibiotics are pretty strong.  I’ll also be on Vicodin which will hopefully help me sleep.

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My Sickly, Adventurous Day

So, here I am sick today and the Jehovah’s Witnesses ring my doorbell despite the fact that there is a ‘No Soliciting” sign right in front of their noses.  They were polite enough to ask if they could leave their literature about God at my door because he loves me or he’s the Savior or something..I couldn’t really hear them because I was talking to them through the window and I was all cloggy + my dog was barking;  Good thing too because otherwise I may have preached to them about what my “No Soliciting’ sign means especially when it actually says, “We love our vacuum, We found God, and We give at the office.”  What part of “Found God” did they miss?

It was the first day of real rain..not like fake rain.  Any rain?  Anyway, it rained pretty well today so my car (I named her Miracle) decided it would be really fun to sort of fishtail after we (me and Miracle.  I was driving her after all.) drove through a puddle.  For a minute I had to think of if I was supposed to drive into or out of a skid.  I just grabbed the wheel, slowed her down..looked around for traffic..thanked God for only one car behind me which gave me some distance and got back on track again.  I also told Miracle “Okay, now we will go slower in the rain and you won’t do that again.”

Then, as I’m driving my car (never mind that it is a very, small Mazda , Miata) a van practically runs me over with no blinker…just slides in my lane..like tra..la..la… it’s a beautiful day.   I laid on the horn which I usually don’t think fast enough to do.  I am not one of those people who stare at the people after the event like most people do because it’s already over and I can tell they felt bad because they stayed way back behind me afterward.  But, sheesh..I’m already sick..what else?

Miracle my Miata

 

Luckily, the rest of the day/night has been uneventful and it is already 10:15 so provided no emergencies happen; I am hoping to get some sleep.

But. I got a chest x-ray and they won’t have the results to my doctor which actually isn’t my doctor…it’s the fill-in doctor (he’s also my friends doctor..but I digress) until Mon or Tues…or Tues or Wed..or whenever…so  I guess they don’t think it’s urgent and I won’t die from whatever this is in the meantime.

Rejection of Giving

Here’s an idea.  If you don’t want help, Don’t be rude about it.  I just don’t understand people.

I drove by the park today and saw a homeless man sitting in the parking lot eating a Banana.  Yes, he was most definitely homeless with a bike and numerous bags and dirty clotes, etc.  Anyway, I drove in the lot and approached him with one of my Tote Bags filled with canned foods, soap, etc and offered it to him.  He actually said and I quote, “Take it away or I’ll throw it in the trash.”  When I asked him if he could tell me why he didn’t want it since it has food and I was only giving it to him because I care (I added lowly that God does too) he mumbled, then said again to “just take it”,  So, I said “Okay, but I tried.” and I took my bag  and drove away.

What weird feelings I have now.  First I thought, Fine..Let him starve, I don’t care.  Then, I thought.  Nooo, I can’t think like that.  Maybe I should pray for him.  But wait, he looks to be from another country..like an Arab.  Like a person who wanted to blow up the planes and buildings in 9/11.  Maybe he hates Americans.  Maybe he hates God.  Maybe he hates Charity or has Pride.  Maybe he hates Women.  I don’t think they think to highly of us in their country.

Whatever the case, I am not done helping those who are in need and are thankful to those of us who really care.

Does God Regret?

I lost a friend during Prop 8.  We had been friends for years. Close friends, I’d thought.  He was Gay which hadn’t bothered me.  He knew how I’d felt.  We had alway’s been honest with each other.  He asked me which way I was voting on Prop 8.  Then our friendship dwindled away because his other/Gay friends did not think he should hang around with those who voted/believed the other direction of them.  After all those years.  He never apologised.  He claimed he had Amnesia at the time and didn’t remember much.  I tried to tell him how hurt I was.  We have gone our separate ways and I’ve told him I want no more to do with him.  I don’t hate the man.  I pray for him all the time.  I miss our long conversations and the fun times we had.  But, it would never be the same.  That life chapter is closed.

I hope this Chck-Fil-A. situation doesn’t end the same way.  I am learning a lot about myself and others with this issue as well.  It has become way to much of an issue, in my opinion.  I have discovered an ex to have really changed his lifestyle from the time we dated (in Jr. High.) Guess my didn’t mean very much. Ha, Ha…  I’ve learned another friend is extremely supportive of the lifestyle and chooses never to eat at Chick-Fil-A again even going so far as to announce now who is voting for.

I’ve realized that I am very conservative and will continue to follow the rules of the Bible which may cause me to lose a few more friends.  I am well aware that Christians are being persecuted for their beliefs and with the way the world is living now, sometimes I wonder if the Lord regrets promising not to send another flood.  But, then again..if I were the Lord and I sent a flood..this time I would say Forget It and not even want to start over.

He Told Me To Leave It There

After taking the excess garage sale stuff to the Goodwill today, I drive to my local Carl’s Jr/Green Burrito and as I’m going through the drive-thru I see a woman in black sitting beside the building.  Something tells me she is homeless and needs help.  She does not look like a bag lady but it may be her airport type suitcase that is a foot or so away as she sits and drinks her coke or it may be the look in her eyes as she watches the car go through the drive-thru and meet my gaze, or maybe it’s also the red, electric type chair with the basket that may or may not be hers.  Anyway, I bring my tote bag from the back seat and move it to the front and I buy an extra Beef, Bean & Cheese Burrito as part of my lunch to give to her.

After driving around I park but alas, she is gone.  The bag is still the but she has disappeared.

So I wait a minute and say, “Now what,  Lord?”  I get the strongest urge to just put the tote bag next to the large, airport one.  She should figure it out since they are so close together.  So, that’s what I do and I just pray she discovered her gift..

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