It can always be worse

So clearly I have been MIA for a while.. we moved. Kinda. 

There were lots of problems with the move so up until a couple nights

ago we had to stay with my grandparents. And for the last 

couple nights we have stayed with them just because

I am too tired to deal with moving.

I hate moving.. if I haven't said that yet, 

I just wanted to make that clear. 

Hate it. 

Sunday I woke up with a 

killer migraine that lasted the majority of the only

  productive day I had left to move.

Monday I woke up sick as can be. Cough,

runny nose, headache etc. Awesome. 

Can you see how even now I am letting all of these

things get built up in my head? I am not bitting my nails

and can feel the tension in my shoulders. This is how stress starts

for me. Then I end up sick! Finally last night my family

and friends had talked me in to going to the doctor.

I got online to "web check in" at one of these minor

emergency clinics down the street. Knowing that they 

would call me in at least 30 minutes before I actually got called back,

I called ahead anyway. Got there at 7:40. Still sitting there at 8:09 and

thinking to myself this just sucks, maybe I should just leave.. 

in walks a guy with crutches and a badge around his neck

that says "children's medical center DAD". 

I would call myself a people watcher.. but others

may describe me as more of a stalker. I love nothing more

than to totally check people out. What they are doing, 

wearing, reading, think about what they may be thinking, etc. 

So this guy rushes in (as fast as one in crutches can rush)

signs his name on the list and tells the woman behind the

sliding door that he needs to be seen asap. He said he had 

knee surgery Tuesday, Wednesday his wife had delivered their

baby 4 weeks early and they had care flighted his baby

to Children's. he wasn't allowed in the NICU because of

his awful cough. 

He had me at knee surgery.. there was

no need to keep going. I jumped up to tell the woman, 

who seemed to be mono toned to life itself, that he could

go before me. She insisted his paperwork would take longer

that it would for me to see a doctor. Whatever. I know

how these things work. You could see him first, you just don't want to.

This is my attitude and these were my thoughts. I am tired.

So the guy thanks me and sits down to start on his

8 page questionare for the doc in the box. 

I get called back and to make a grueling one hour

wait in a cold room worse, they decide to flu test me

and draw blood. Since when do we draw blood to 

check for infection? 

{give me some cough syrup and a couple days to sleep and I will be fine}

Anyway. Leave there with "it's a virus, and not the flu". 

Head to the pharmacy to get the sweet nectar cough syrup

 and who else do I see but the man on crutches waiting in an insanely

long line to turn in prescriptions. He says "long time no see!" 

We go on to talk about how he has strep throat and I have

some stupid virus and he tells me how people keep saying

"it can't get any worse." Yet, he is not allowed to be

in the same hospital room as his wife and his baby

because he is sick himself. I told him I had already

prayed for his family back at the lovely docs office

and that I know the feeling of a sick child and there is nothing

worse. He said this was their first child and he hadn't experienced

this kind of worry before. He went on to tell me that they thought

his son may be having absence seizures. That they had hooked him

up to an EEG and had I ever heard of that test before. 

Boy have I. and boy is this all sounding familiar. 

My attitude was quickly changed by this

man who was doing everything he could to get back to his

family as quickly as possible. We talked for a while about

Trey's history with seizures and about what was to come in 

the next few hours for his baby while waiting on our prescriptions. 

It's these divine appointments that I appreciate so much. My attitude

needed to be changed last night. And He knew who to put in

front of me to do that. He also knew maybe my story could bring

some comfort to this man who was worrying about his baby.

I am so thankful for this sweet life. 

Thankful for my boys. 

Thankful for love and grandparents. 

Thankful for mercy, even when my attitude sucks.