Plowing for Blood

I am feeling better today but could not get in to the doctor. It isn't their fault. They had called earlier with an appointment for me, but I must not have heard the phone ring and I tend to forget to check voice mail... sometimes for as long as three or more weeks at a time. So I missed that appointment days ago.

I did get in for my fasting blood sugar and cholesterol test this morning. I forgot about it at first, but then remembered. I had not eaten, so it was OK. It had been a long time since the doctor ordered the test, but I was not too motivated to remember it. I never made a note to do it. Finally, Richard nagged me into it.

I wasn't putting off the test because I was afraid of the results. That would not be at all like me. Jesus can deal with the results. I put off blood tests because it is such an ordeal to get any blood from my veins, if in fact the phlebotomist can even find any of my veins. Jesus can take care of that as well but thus far has not chosen to do so. I trust His reasons and know they are born out of love and wisdom far beyond my comprehension.

This morning's lab visit was mercifully fast. The skilled young lady only did one poke, but once in, had to do a lot of maneuvering... I am not sure which is worse, many pokes or a lot of plowing. The blood was taken, however, and I am home and not hungry after eating a baked potato. These are especially tasty after fasting 12 hours.

Our beautiful granddaughter is on the other computer. You should see her pretty fingers fly across the keyboard! A very skilled young lady. She's going to find a job in Monterey where she and her mom, the ever talented Stephanie, will share an apartment. This fall, she'll start college there.

And we'll be in Florida. Oh well, folks like to visit Orlando, so we'll have some company there.

God has made a glorious day and I'm rejoicing in it. While I feel better, I will clean up things a bit.