Ever have one of those days that everthing just seems to all join up to that perfect place for tremendous things to happen? Don't know why I only think about it in the negative big storm version, but that's where I'm headed. Sort of. And I must say I have never seen the movie "The Perfect Storm" because I know what happens. But I saw the movie clip at Fuge 2002 8 or 9 weeks in a row. I completely digress...
Well, yesterday it seems was a perfect storm sort of day. I'll spare you the details but I had to go to the MD in the middle of the day-the dermatologist. No big deal right? Sure. Well, there's a blog all typed up and ready to go that I still haven't posted- all about how I hate going to the MD.
So I thought I'd be fine, but as the morning went on the more stressed I got about it. I finally told a peep of mine. Still not doin good- So I shouted out some last minute prayer requests on the way. Waiting took 3 times as long as the appt. Frozen, cut, bandaged and on my way. Then the drama started.
On the way back to work my vision got all weird. Pretty much couldn't see out of my right eye. So I did a couple things at work then left because it wasn't gettin better. Got home, lost the lunch I just picked up. I was just glad I didn't pass out. Ended up with a migraine- the rock my world, don't talk to me, sit in the dark. Medication, bed, sleep, all is better.
Then work today. Crazy busy. New resident, moving a bunch of resident's stuff. Long busy day. With oh so humorous co worker moments in between. I love them. They make me laugh. Anyway. I head out the door to cruise on to my first real meal since Sunday dinner and.....
Wait for it...
Wait for it....
FLAT TIRE. Straight up flat as can be.
Awesome.
So here I am diggin out the jack etc (I've done this at least 20 times). But in a moment of vulnerability- called Dad. My deal with him? You loosen the lug nuts and I'll do the rest. Usually loosening lug nuts requires me literally jumping on the wrench- doesn't sound like a good move based on yesterday and today...
So I get things going and Dad shows up- whit horse and everything, ok it was a Buick. He takes care of it, and makes me sit there while he finished. (Have I mentioned it's hard for me to be served?). Dad made me sit there while I watched him put the tire back. Thanks Dad. You teach me about love, service, and humility.
So I'm walking back into work to wash my filthy black hands thinkin about yesterday and today. Here's what I'm thinkin:
I'm grateful for friends who a. Love me b. Help me pray about my ridiculous life and ridiculousness c. Who call and text to check on me. Thanks
That verse about "God will not give you more than you can handle" is NOT in there. (It's about temptation and He gives us a way out). Because I have felt a little more than I can handle. But I am grateful to know HE can handle it. HE is NOT unaware of where I am or what was going to happen.
I am grateful for friends at work who get me. Or try:) those who listen to my heart- thanks peep.
I am grateful for friends who go to dinner with me. Eating is always better shared with a little laughter on the side.
I am grateful for my sweet other family for offering one of my favs- chicken pot pie. With a surprise chocolate CFA shake for dessert.
For all the craziness, all the frustration, I sit here to say I. AM. BLESSED. And I am still laughing at the ridiculousness of my life.
Oh and follow up on last week- Horseshoe Bend vs Woodland? They won. Big. And I got lost on the way there AND home. Yep. Even with google map that sucessfully pointed the way to the stadium- nope. It was a field. Thus the lostness. I told ya- my life is ridiculous. And I wouldn't trade it.
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