The bows of the mighty are shattered, But the feeble gird on strength.

Woke up this morning and felt pretty good compared to the last several days, so I got up and started preparing for work. But within the first half-hour or so of making my coffee and wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I started coughing a lot. Eventually I kicked up a big loog and spit it into the sink. It was full of blood. I mentioned it to Sikki and she wouldn’t let me go to work after that.

I’m really glad I didn’t go in; after several tests and x-rays, the medical community found pneumonia in my left lung. That’s the same lung that had weird inflammation that had the allergist concerned in the past. Well I guess it helps to know why you feel like a fat, tired, out-of-breath heap of animal parts.

They prescribed an antibiotic, an antiviral, and a nebulizer treatment for the next five days or so.

I felt bad because Sikki had to drive me to the doctor first thing — I feel dizzy and see stars whenever I get up so I’m not good driving yet I guess. She didn’t get to work until lunchtime.

I am always in a rush for anything physically wrong with me to resolve quickly so I can get back out and try to stay active. But after praying and trying to follow the directions of the medical community I’m not sure what else there is to do but wait for God’s judgment. The timing was good today that I was able to sit and listen to a short message given this past Sunday by Brother Carl. I was sick and couldn’t go to church on Sunday. Carl has been physically afflicted for the past several months and spoke of how God related to him and loved him during that time, that there were things that God healed in him and taught him that would not have been possible if God had quickly healed his mortal body, as of course he wanted God to do.

His ways are not our ways.


That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection

I had to call out from work today because I wasn’t able to get myself vertical in a reliable way. I spent the day listening to music, watching YouTube, sleeping, and watching the second season of Longmire. I am sitting in an upright chair as I write this because I am sick of lying down. I’m also sick of this bedroom. I don’t want to make others sick (although my daughter came down with symptoms the day after I did). Sikki has been sleeping separately, and I haven’t been hanging around the kids, either. Man I am really sick of this room.

All I’ve been doing is resting but I feel incredibly tired, blurry-eyed, foggy-headed. I didn’t eat much today again until Sikki got home from work with some pizza. I’ve been drinking plenty of liquids and am annoyed when I have to get up to pee. I’m thinking the fever is slowly receding, a little at a time. It’s been around 100 today. Over the weekend it was 102. Maybe I’ll be able to get to work tomorrow. I have used all my paid time for the year so this time I’m missing means lost income.

The Lord knows those who are His.