Hello friends and neighbors. It is good to see you again. Welcome. It is
Tuesday, July 24, 2012, and I am going to see my doctor this morning. I can only imagine how excited he will be to see me. I understand that several of the staff call in sick when they see my name on the schedule. Now you do know that is a big joke. Right? They don't call in sick, they just double up on their Valium and hope for the best. Maybe they know that I show up without having had my Community. That's another reason I try to get there early. The sooner they finish, the sooner I can get some of that start-the-day nectar. I will have to settle for the drive through variety but it will have to do. Then I will await the verdict. In today's world you no longer get a phone call. It's all done electronically. The office will send me an email to tell me I have my test results available for review on the online system. I then log on to that system and it will give every iota of every detail from the labs. I then have to look up most of them on the internet to make sure I know exactly what they are reporting. That typically will give me some areas to work on until my next appointment. What a cycle? But, as I near that sign post marked 66, I do realize it is a part of something much more important than a cycle, it reflects the circle of life and I am thankful to have the availability of the medical assistance I have.
That fasting deal is tough. Or is it? We typically fast every night anyway but when we are instructed to do so, well, it just seems to be more difficult. The note they sent me said I could have plenty of water and they recommended it to me. Thank you very much. It's a mental thing I suppose. When we are told no or not to, everything inside of us wants to rebel. I believe the Bible has something to say about that. Our natural, fallen condition causes us to arrogantly resist any imposition that isn't of our own choosing. But, when it comes to our health, we typically bite the bullet and just get it done. I guess that self interest does take over and we end up doing as we are told. That doesn't mean I will sit quietly during the examination. I have many thoughts, comments, and questions that I want to talk to my doctor about. Sometimes I get the idea they have my diabetic treatment plan on auto pilot and I just need to get a better understanding of where we are and where we might be headed. I am to a large extent a results oriented person, therefore, I do want to know about the things we can do to slow the progress of this unwanted tyrant that invaded my body some five years ago. What's that? Now you know why they double down on the Valium. Maybe so, maybe so.
The massacre at the movie theater in Colorado is sad beyond belief and it puts a knot in one's belly just hearing the details. Details. I suppose there is no such thing as restraint in today's 24 x 7 news cycle. The competition to get one more microscopic piece of information has turned this tragedy into a news coverage marathon. I do support freedom of the press. I do support the free flow of information. But, I also support the need for grieving on the part of so many families. The gunman is front and center and I suppose if he was tardy one day while in kindergarten we will know about it, in fact, it could end up being the lead in exclusive on the next national newscast. I did a scan of the world newspapers for Saturday and while I couldn't read any of the actual printed material displayed from Russian to Arabic, I will tell you that this story with pictures from the scene were splashed all over the world. Literally. Then we have the gun control people along with the gun rights people all screaming to the top of their lungs. It's a mess folks, it's a mess. But, at the end of the day, there are real people who were killed. They have families. There are real people who were injured some in severely critical condition. They also have families. This is a game changer for every one of those families and my heart goes out to them. May God help them all and may God help our messed up nation is my prayer.
Amen. .....More later.
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