It has been 5 days since I last posted anything here. I didn't have much to report about Jim and I was wary of saying much about me.
Thursday, July 9, was D-Day .... Disaster Day I believe would be an appropriate title.
We had to get up early for an 8 a.m. urology appointment Jim had at PCI Urology. The appointment was two-fold -- one, to discuss issues he had with not being able to produce No. 1 or No. 2 (problems began late June 27 and rectified themselves to normal June 30), and two, a follow-up visit following his recent surgeries.
The visit did not go well. At least not from my standpoint. The problems began with a 45-minute wait before we saw the doctor, who didn't think an explanation was warranted. It continued when the nurse assumed Jim was a new patient, when he has been a patient of Hoxie's for several years. When the nurse asked for a current list of meds, which Jim provided, I said this list was very current. So she made a copy and then proceeded to ask if he was taking a baby aspirin ... are you taking a multi-vitamin -- meds that were not on the list. I repeated twice, "the list you have is current."
To her I was being rude. To me she was not listening very well. So when we left I apologized for stating facts. There are obviously some doctors and nurses who believe they can do or say no wrong.
By the time we left the doctor's office and the building, it was after 9, and I wasn't doing very well. Didn't feel well, was frustrated over the top. I called it a melt-down, maybe it was something else. Jim just held me.
I was going to post on here, but I thought who would want to know what's going on with me. I was going to post on Facebook and decided not to. I told Jim no. I don't know what to say. If he wanted to do anything, it was up to him.
He did do something. He sent a prayer request to Immanuel folk just for me. I didn't know if anyone saw it because I didn't see it. But by sometime Friday, I was feeling better. I decided even if no one saw the email, God heard it, and He was answering my need. I could feel calmness settle over me.
This is Jimmy's request:
Please lift Cathy up to our Lord in prayer. She will be returning to the Gazette building to work this afternoon. Cathy has been taking care of me and my needs since my first surgery on May 12. So much has been on her, at times it seems to be overwhelming. I myself love her and fully realize all she has been through. We are reminded of God's love for us, and She needs an extra dose of His love and the power of His grace to be heaped upon her.
I appreciate the prayers that have been said for me. But please pray for Cathy.
That afternoon was my first back at the downtown office. I have been working from home since mid-May. I couldn't find a place to park nearby with a 10-hour meter, so ended up walking four blocks after finding a 4-hour meter. I was exhausted. My ankles hurt because of arthritis, my balance poor because of painful bursitis. I considered turning around and going back home to work.
I got through the day. When I left, I found 10-hour meters so I wouldn't have this same problem on Friday. I was glad to be home.
Friday was a better day. Jim had blood drawn in the morning. On the way home I stopped at CVS to pick up prescriptions and other meds that cost a small fortune. At the house, the Cooks were here, we were having spaghetti, Rocky was mowing the yard, we took pictures, and in the mail was a card from Ron and Carla Dunnahoo / Wilton Baptist Church. The card was perfect. A picture of Jesus with children .. the verse said -
Thursday, July 9, was D-Day .... Disaster Day I believe would be an appropriate title.
We had to get up early for an 8 a.m. urology appointment Jim had at PCI Urology. The appointment was two-fold -- one, to discuss issues he had with not being able to produce No. 1 or No. 2 (problems began late June 27 and rectified themselves to normal June 30), and two, a follow-up visit following his recent surgeries.
The visit did not go well. At least not from my standpoint. The problems began with a 45-minute wait before we saw the doctor, who didn't think an explanation was warranted. It continued when the nurse assumed Jim was a new patient, when he has been a patient of Hoxie's for several years. When the nurse asked for a current list of meds, which Jim provided, I said this list was very current. So she made a copy and then proceeded to ask if he was taking a baby aspirin ... are you taking a multi-vitamin -- meds that were not on the list. I repeated twice, "the list you have is current."
To her I was being rude. To me she was not listening very well. So when we left I apologized for stating facts. There are obviously some doctors and nurses who believe they can do or say no wrong.
By the time we left the doctor's office and the building, it was after 9, and I wasn't doing very well. Didn't feel well, was frustrated over the top. I called it a melt-down, maybe it was something else. Jim just held me.
I was going to post on here, but I thought who would want to know what's going on with me. I was going to post on Facebook and decided not to. I told Jim no. I don't know what to say. If he wanted to do anything, it was up to him.
He did do something. He sent a prayer request to Immanuel folk just for me. I didn't know if anyone saw it because I didn't see it. But by sometime Friday, I was feeling better. I decided even if no one saw the email, God heard it, and He was answering my need. I could feel calmness settle over me.
This is Jimmy's request:
Please lift Cathy up to our Lord in prayer. She will be returning to the Gazette building to work this afternoon. Cathy has been taking care of me and my needs since my first surgery on May 12. So much has been on her, at times it seems to be overwhelming. I myself love her and fully realize all she has been through. We are reminded of God's love for us, and She needs an extra dose of His love and the power of His grace to be heaped upon her.
I appreciate the prayers that have been said for me. But please pray for Cathy.
That afternoon was my first back at the downtown office. I have been working from home since mid-May. I couldn't find a place to park nearby with a 10-hour meter, so ended up walking four blocks after finding a 4-hour meter. I was exhausted. My ankles hurt because of arthritis, my balance poor because of painful bursitis. I considered turning around and going back home to work.
I got through the day. When I left, I found 10-hour meters so I wouldn't have this same problem on Friday. I was glad to be home.
Friday was a better day. Jim had blood drawn in the morning. On the way home I stopped at CVS to pick up prescriptions and other meds that cost a small fortune. At the house, the Cooks were here, we were having spaghetti, Rocky was mowing the yard, we took pictures, and in the mail was a card from Ron and Carla Dunnahoo / Wilton Baptist Church. The card was perfect. A picture of Jesus with children .. the verse said -
"One of the greatest privileges of knowing
Jesus is going to Him in prayer.
There's never a question about
whether or not He's listening -- He always is.
There's never a question about
whether or not He has our best at heart --
He always does."
Thank you so very much for sending this card to us at this time.
Today is Sunday. A fellow Christian brother was gone because his own brother had passed away, so Jim stepped up to the plate -- from 8:30 a.m. for choir practice/sound check to 9:30 Sunday school, filling in as substitute teacher, to 10:45 worship in the sound booth. He even warmed up Sunday dinner (made meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans on Saturday). He was tired and fell asleep this afternoon while I worked, but he is getting better.
Tomorrow we have a busy day. Three appointments, including the first part of a stress test from 11:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. The second part of the stress test will be on Tuesday.
