Saturday, 18 April 2015

Reflections on the Harvest bySusan L.

  Three hundred and sixty-five days ago I turned fifty. At the time I had a feeling it was going to be a year of harvest. I'm fifty-one today. What better time to put on a gratitude hat and reflect upon the year past even if it feels a bit odd having thanksgiving in April!
  Was it really a harvest year? I say yes.
  Building the shed in the garden utilized all the woodworking skills amassed during my marriage as well during all the home renovations I've done to my little house. It also forced me to add to that knowledge which always is a good thing. Who knows when I'll need that knowledge again? Although I am definitely not going into the construction business, the shed was a fruit of labour.
  I've shared about the piano and having the ability to play a harvest of hymns and worship songs at home. To have joined the worship team as well. A harvest of confidence seeds perhaps? Practice makes perfect.
  To know that a small column in a rural paper has the ability to touch people's lives is truly a reward beyond measure. The blog has helped by teaching me to say something within a small amount of space. The blog has also prepared the soil of writing and enabled me to reap many seeds of confidence. Thank you, readers, for helping water the soil.
  This is taking way too much brain power. Not being well stinks. Maybe what I'll do is keep a pen and paper handy for the day and add to this list as the ideas come.
  "And when she rose up to glean, Boaz commanded his young men, saying, "Let her glean even among the sheaves, and do not reproach her." Ruth 2:15
 
 
 

Friday, 17 April 2015

Gratitude Times A Thousand by Susan L.

  After yesterday's post was completed, I got thinking. I thought about the options that were available to me in regards to this most annoying and persistent bug. Trying to see my family doctor was one although any appointment probably wouldn't have been until late next week. Too long to wait even though I'd procrastinated seeing anyone in the hope the cough would go away by itself. There's a walk-in clinic for people who don't have a family doctor because there simply aren't enough to go around. And of course, where I ended up, at the ER.
  What incredible wealth!
  Then I got thinking of the medicines: an antibiotic, a steroid to boost its effect and an inhaler to open up my lungs. All it took to get them was to turn in a piece of paper at a local pharmacy, there's more than one. Voila! I walked out with two of the three.
  I must remember to write down the antibiotic that doesn't mesh well with my other meds because I believe it was the same one the doctor had  prescribed back in February. I didn't get the antibiotic until yesterday morning because the doctor had to change it just like before. It took some time for the faxed request to be answered. But that's okay, the ER has other, more important matters to tend to some times.
  I know Canadians whine a lot about our universal health care system. Yes, there is a lot wrong with it but you know something, there's a whole lot right about it!
  Bless the people who have done the research and discovered these most appreciated medicines.
  And bless the young pharmacist who caught the conflict and patiently explained the risks. I learned something. Different medication combinations are graded A,B,C for potential side effects. C being the most likely they will happen. Then there is X. Under no uncertain terms are particular drugs to be combined. The first antibiotic was an X. The combination could have caused heart palpitations or worse. At fifty, I don't want to start messing around with the old ticker, that's for sure.
  There's so much to be thankful for: the car to get me back and forth. I can turn a tap in my kitchen and have clean water to take the pills with. My house has more than one clock so I know exactly when a dose needs to be taken. Then the house itself is a warm, dry place to recuperate in. There's Pumpkin snuggles to help take the whines away. I have sick days I can use to miss work with no repercussions. This is a list that can keep on growing. Like Jack's beanstalk, may it touch the clouds.
  "Oh, give thanks to the God of heaven! For His mercy endures forever!" Ps 136:26
 
 
 

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Sick Again by Susan L,

  The deep cough came back. Think sea lion. It's created very sore lungs, inner ear dizziness, and a raw throat. The sore lungs are what drove me to the Emergency Department at our local rural hospital. I figured if an x-ray was needed, I may as well be where the equipment is. Sure enough, bronchitis, both ears are infected and so is my throat. Another course of antibiotics was prescribed along with a steroid and anti-inflammatory to help ease the pain.
  They've done a lot of work at the hospital to speed up the process. It's a two tier system where less urgent cases are streamed in one direction and more dire emergencies go in another. It meant I was out in less than thirty minutes. Our little well equipped hospital is said to have the second smallest wait times in the province. With our burdened free health care, that says something.
  The nurses were awesome. The initial intake nurse was kind. As was the doctor. They wished me a speedy recovery as I left.
  I'd like to hope that kindness exists with those coming to the ER with mental or emotional troubles. I've had good and not so good experiences myself. The new CEO of the hospital was part of the Canadian Mental Health Association prior to coming to Alliston. Hopefully, his influence will help the numerous people who end up at the hospital as a last resort.
 I have heard he wants to make some changes. There's a building directly behind the hospital called Mary McGill. It was set up to help people struggling with mental health many years ago. The only people who go there are those with these challenges. They get a staggering 800 referrals a year. The CEO wants to change that for a number of reasons. Not everyone wants to be seen entering the building. It segregates a rather, and sadly, large segment of the population. His plan is to bring Mary McGill into the hospital and possibly move the hospital's imaging facilities out to it. We'll see what happens. The building is rather old.
  So I've taken a sick day today and may take one tomorrow. I need to give my body the rest to lick this bug once and for all.
  "He has delivered us form the power of darkness and conveyed us in to the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins." Col 1:13-14