Was I Just Dreaming?


I just woke up at 7am this morning to the first of 4 daily alarms that remind me to take my scheduled medications. My hands, lower back, legs and feet all aching and itching long before my my day will even get started. As I struggled to just walk to the bathroom I couldn’t help but wonder was last night a dream. Did I really show up for a 3rd guaranteed MRI only to be told this time that neither the wires in my spine or “newly” implanted battery in my back weren’t MRI compatible. This time not only two hours before I got to my appointment, but this time nearly two hours after I got to my appointment. Even after 25 minutes in the actual machine thinking I’m halfway done.

I can barely type this due to the nonstop nerve pain itching and running constantly through both hands. Yep, thanks to my Fitbit that tracks my sleeping things have been confirmed. Last night was a reality and my most reliable car did break down on the way back home delaying me from getting in my bed before even 2am. So, I’ve only had 3 hours sleep after having my vehicle towed still awaiting major repairs.

Now, here is the good news. Nothing irreparable happened last night. The night could have been a whole lot worse and the challenges so much greater. Yes, I’m still frustrated and I’m in more unnecessary discomfort as a result. However, there will always be times in life mankind makes plans only to realize they are often subject to change. Therefore, I thank God that while I don’t like what happened it was just another long night. And, it changes nothing, but only confirms that only God knows all each day or the future holds.

“You can make many plans, but the Lord’s purpose will prevail.”
Proverbs 19:21



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