Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Tomorrow after next

Psalm 13:5-6
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the LORD, for he has been good to me.

I received the long awaited phone call today. I nagged my doctor {daily} for over a week and finally I am on the schedule for an iron infusion on Thursday. It seems no one understands the urgency of this except me. Everyday I hope for a better tomorrow. Don't they know I feel like crud and I just want to get better asap now!? I have been so patient and act kind even when I am extremely frustrated and really just want to tell the receptionist off. I have held my tongue for over a week, when what I'd really like to say is, "How long exactly does it take to fax an order to the hospital?!!!"
I forgot to mention a symptom of anemia the other day. That would be {are you ready for this?} forgetfulness. I am a fuzzy-scatter-brain. I planned to go to the grocery today, made arrangements to do so, and had an appointment this afternoon. By 9:30 I could hardly keep my eyes open and just wanted to scratch the whole day and lay on the couch. I didn't, but I felt like an old horse taking a familiar road home in a snow storm. Like I couldn't see 2 feet in front of me, but I just kept going and somehow made it home.
I left my debit card and Sam's card at home in my coat pocket, so I did things the old fashion way and wrote checks. Scary to think I was writing checks today.
This is often my favorite time of day, when my kids are in bed for the night and I know that a new day is coming. I feel most hopeful at bedtime. I always love tomorrow the most before it gets here.
If I sound down, I'm not. I'm just irritable {one of the symptoms that I'll be glad to be rid of very soon!} It is frustrating, but I know I will get better.


Joyeful said...

I pray that the iron infusion works wonders for you and that your health is restored, sweet friend. You need all the energy you can get!

{Kimber} said...

hope all goes well and that you get some well deserved relief :)

Bernadette said...

I am impressed that you remained kind to the receptionist after a week of being put off. I am challenged by this- seriously. Sometimes I can get so frustrated when they- sitting comfortably in a chair with no nagging symptom- act as though you are just a number and not a person with a life and problems that you are dependent on them to do their part so you can move past go and collect your $200.00 and get on with life. I will be praying for you... this too shall pass...