Okay. Now that I'm caught up, I have just a couple of short questions. # 1) What's all this about "half-slips ie. slip hair? # 2) Who said Chuck had to wear a "dang slip"? # 3) why didn't I get any fudge cake? and # 4) Thelma, what did you mean when you said "the windows are smaller"? I feel like I just stepped into the 'twilight zone".
...and just a short return to subject regarding birthday presents...Clearly, October has all the cool birthdays in it. October is the month when autumn bursts onto the scene, so much so in fact, that small towns spring into life planning their festivals; people come out of the woodwork to enjoy the crisp air, and sunshine. Elaborate road trips are smuggled into otherwise busy lifestyles, just to take in the crimson, russet, and gold landscapes...lets' face it Gang...October is the BOMB! Hence "October Babies" are the BOMB!
PS Speaking of fall colors, I let my daughter, Hollie, talk me into a little change...I am now a redhead, auburn red to be exact..."Hot Cocoa" to be even more exact...maybe this would be a good time to explain that "slip-head" thing...
Gil is tolerating the dialysis very well, once you get past the fact that it's something you must do. They have been able to remove 48 pounds of water from his body...amazing. He is moving better, and breathing much better, of course. His doctors are wonderful, everybody has embraced us and are showing us the "ropes" so to speak. His morale is good....and certainly when he is better; I am better. Thanks for your prayers, we continue to trust the Lord everyday.
Amazingly, I am learning a great deal about myself.
I learned that I'm a prideful person the day that ,Tom, a gentleman from our church family dropped by unannounced. I met him at the door, and made an excuse rather than let him into our house because Gil had a bed made on the living room floor.
You'll be happy to know that I now, throw the door open for anyone who feels inclined to pray for us...no more pride here..."just let me push that pile of unfolded laundry over so you can sit down".
I've learned that I have trouble accepting help, or asking for help...a few weeks of missed sleep helped remedy that foolishness. It embarrassed me when my precious church family called to say that they would be providing us with prepared dinners the first week of Gil's dialysis treatments...at the end of the first day, I was so grateful that I didn't have to go home and cook.
I've learned that I am quite capable of "losing it" in public when my cool, collected manner was reduced to squalling in the pharmacy parking lot, in broad daylight, in the front seat of my Intrepid.
I've relearned that my sleeve does very well when reduced to "mad squalling" as these attacks come without warning, and you're never able to prepare for them properly. (Too much information...?...Oh well, too late now.)
I'm learning to call on the Lord early before fear can take root, and most importantly, I'm learning to seek "the Healer, as well as the healing.
We continue to praise God each day for what we know He is doing in our lives, as I write this, I feel an anticipation that is wonderfully renewing. (Hence, no more "mad squalling attacks", you'll be delighted to know...
Now that I've shared all the messiness of my life, are we still gonna' be able to be friends?...I hope so because I need you all in my life.
I love you all. Bonnie
PSS How's that for getting things going, Thel? Nothing like spilling your guts, but like I said, that nasty pride is pretty much gone.
Now, I know that I'm not the only one with the soft underbelly, so let's get busy sharing again...GEEZ! Don't make me do all the work...I"M BUSY!