One More Day

I'm going to do my best to write while I can before a wave of nausea makes me quit.

I guess one could say a theme of my life is "Go big or go home." If you are going to get appendicitis, might as well make sure you have gangrene, be in the middle of nowhere, WY, and do it during the busiest time at work. Right?? Right. I won't lie, despair has been a convicting companion through it all, but hope, light and joy are breaking through the darkness.

As I have been told, and believe myself I have a gift for finding good even in the darkest times and so I would like to share with you some of these good things/wonderings of my brain. Despite no longer possessing an appendix inside my body, I still have an Appendix right down the road. (Appendix is the breed of 1/2 Quarter Horse, 1/2 Thoroughbred). The cute male nurse in the ER must have thought I was crazy when every time he asked what kind of horse I had I kept answering "Appendix". Given, he didn't know what an appendix was (other than an organ), I can only imagine his thought process being along the lines of "yes, you are here to remove your appendix, but we aren't talking about that." So who would have thought of all the great fun jokes I can come up with between Precious and this? My appendix became a horse, my appendix lives on greener pastures now...Haha.

I have also wondered in my long hours in silence/alone-ness what on earth the purpose of such an organ that has no function but can kill you if infected is. The only explanation I could come up with is something like a protein, protein builds muscle, makes us stronger and we all know the phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." If you get appendicitis it'll do one of two things: kill you or make you stronger. I've decided that your appendix is there for that little test that only 10% of the nation has to take. I'm pleased to announce that I have passed!

I was going to write a whole long entry on my experience of the hospital, but as I look back its all pretty fuzzy. I experienced morphine and all sorts of other fun narcotics for the first time. In all honesty, I hated it, I can not understand why people become addicted, besides eliminating the most horrific pain after surgery, it is a most gruesome drug. Yes, the hospital run down shall be for another day. In the meantime, while praying I wrote this little snippet while killing despair and searching for hope; I hope you like it. In realizing how lucky I am to have gotten off this easy, despite it being difficult, I really have no room to complain. No room at all. I could have cancer, my family could be deceased, I could have had complications, or no insurance. I am so very blessed, and so very glad to be just a little bit stronger, a little bit changed, and have one more day.

One more day to make a difference, one more day to change the world, one more day to say I love you, one more day to laugh. What a gift to have one more day, no matter the pains or sorrows, one more day to make a choice to live, to change, to grow, to give. Time is the one priceless gift we have that we cannot give or take, a gift to accept and do with as we choose. Many would kill for more time, one more day with a lost beloved or to do things different. We so often take for granted the day we have, to moan of a bad day or stress with things at the office. But what does it boil down to really, to see the value of life? A death? A tragedy? For a day of blessings is often taken for granted, especially the biggest one of all - one more day to walk this earth, one more day to give all you've got, one more day to bring a smile to a dark and lonely heart. Do not waste what you have been given, for it is just that, a day you have been given, do not waste such a priceless, precious, timeless gift.

And that is all I can handle. "For I am convinced that the sufferings of this present moment are nothing compared to the glories to be revealed to us through Christ our Lord."