Friday, October 30, 2009

Finally Friday

Ah, it's one of my favorite weekends of the year. Not because of Halloween. Not because of a football game. But because we get to move the clocks back and get that extra hour of sleep Saturday night!

That flippant little remark I made in this week's Random Dozen that the sure sign I'm getting older is the array of pill bottles on my counter is coming back to haunt me. About 10 days ago I saw an endocrinologist to try to figure out why such young (ahem!) bones have already have such advanced osteoporosis (If you've been around awhile you might remember I broke my foot a year ago just walking across the church foyer.) and what can be done about it. So he ordered some labwork and also sent me home with one of these delightful 24-hour containers. (It does help being a nurse at times!) Anyway, as a friend says, to make a short story long, they called yesterday with those lovely words: "The doctor would like you to come in for an appointment to discuss your lab results." It doesn't take a rocket scientist nurse to figure out the results are not normal! At least they had an appointment available first thing this morning so I don't have to stew about it over the weekend. Because of course I know what he was screening for. (This is when it is not helpful being a nurse!) And while it is not life-threatening, it will be life-altering and take some major adjustment. But we'll see what he says. I'd appreciate any prayers you'd care to lift up on my behalf!

Going to the doctor lately makes me feel like this:

I started out with nothing ... I still have most of it.

When did my wild oats turn to prunes and All Bran?

I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.

Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.

All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair.

If all is not lost, where is it?

It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.

The first rule of holes: If you are in one, stop digging.

I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through.

It was all so different before everything changed.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I wish the buck stopped here. I could use a few ...

It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.

It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.

The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.

If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.

When you're finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play chess?

Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

It's not hard to meet expenses ... they're everywhere.


My girl survived her projects last week. I didn't get a picture of her scrapbook, but here is her cell for Biology. She worked really hard and was creative in the things she figured out to use to recreate the "organelles." (I just call them the innards!) Not that I'm biased or anything! But her teacher apparently thought so, too, and my girl got 100.

I don't know how my boy escaped that project when he was in Pre-AP Biology, but he is counting his blessings after watching her. He's not so much into crafty things. Go figure!

Saturday my girl has auditions for All-State orchestra. Although she won't find out the results for a while, she would be thrilled for it to be a treat rather than a trick!

Finally, although I don't condone intoxication, I kinda hope these guys were drunk and not as desperately short of brain cells as it would appear when they chose their criminal disguises. I love how the last sentence says so much in so few words: Attorneys for the men declined comment.


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6 comments:

quilly said...

I put you on my prayer list.

I think the verdict on the burglars is "short of brain cells". I can say this because two of my cousins and I, perfectly sober, sat down one evening with a dozen of so fancy colored permanent markers and decorated each other's faces. We were a tad shocked when cold cream didn't remove the stuff. Lava soap did, but not comfortably!

If all is not lost, where is it?
That's what I want to know!

And here's a hope that you're girl gets her treat!

sara said...

first off, I got a great laugh from the burglars!!

I will be praying for you this morning as you talk to your doctor.

and I will also be praying for your daughter as she auditions for all-state tomorrow.

please keep us posted on both.

Julie Stiles Mills said...

"Lord, I pray that the doctors would be able to correctly and completely diagnose Linda and that their plan for treatment would successfully restore Linda's health. Please give her peace and an overwhelming remembrance that nothing happens without passing through your hands first. Please help her to incorporate any changes required in her lifestyle by using those changes to strengthen her relationship with you. Thank you, Lord."

(Obviously, I'll be thinking about you today!)

p.s. Those criminals you linked to were sad. Just sad. Of course, I laughed, but still. Sad. You know that permanent marker was still on their face when they went into to jail with real criminals. The humiliation.

Thena said...

That's as funny as the bank robber writing the hold-up not on his on deposit slip. Some people are just not the sharpest crayon in the box. Sending prayers for your Doctor's appt. Amen to clocks being turned back, kids will be exhausted so perfect night for an extran hour of sleep.

Lisa @ The Preacher's Wife said...

Praying for you my friend...will be looking for the update on what the doc said!

And the burglars?? Classic...

Lisa writes... said...

I'm praying...keep me posted, okay?