It seems like everything is hitting me at once here in the past couple weeks (again). Loosing a loved one, realizing that humans are fallible, and now I have strep. *GRRR!* That's the only setback of working for a doctor...I'm surrounded by sickos.
Through all of this stuff that's happening, satan has been trying to mess with my head, and doing a pretty good job of it. But I have something to be thankful for that I just saw this morning...
I'm soooo onto him.
Yeah, I'm sick as I can be, hacking up my lungs, but -- I know exactly what's wrong with me, how I got it, how long I should have it, and I'm in pretty good hands...free samples are the bomb!
Yes, I'm missing my cousin's graduation (which I feel pretty awful about because he was sooooo unusually sweet at the funeral that I was really looking forward to being there and cheering him on)...he's going to be a football/baseball/basketball coach at the school that we graduated from! (How exciting!) So, I'm missing that, but -- I have the entire house to myself so that I can get plenty of rest.
Yes, I lost my grandmother and I will miss her terribly, but -- she's not hacking up her lungs every day...she's at peace. And I allready met my goal for the new year before it started. A fully furnished apartment with no rent and utilities paid. I will donate a fixed amount every month based on my salary and my only job duties are to pick up after myself and open the gates every eveninig. Thank you, Grandma. Even after you're gone, you still bless me. I didn't realize how much I was going to miss you...but you're in a much nicer apartment now than the one you left behind.
