Doctor’s appointments, Godly council, vehicle issues

Both Grandma and I had doctor’s appointments yesterday. Mine was a bit earlier than Grandma’s so we had to take separate vehicles. My appointment was a wellness visit. It was quick and uneventful. My bloodwork was, in all areas tested, the same as the results from the last time I was tested. I shared my more recent concerns with my doctor, and we agreed to wait until after I see my cardiologist next month to see if we need any further investigation of my symptoms or to change course in my health maintenance routine.

Grandma’s doctor visit was a complete disaster. The reason for her appointment was to see of the doctor could clear the buildup of wax occluding her right ear. When the attempt was made to soften the glob of wax by softly squirting warm water into Grandma’s ear she screamed in pain. Fussing at both the doctor and Mama for torturing her. The doctor was deeply apologetic even though she knew the infusion of water did not actually cause the pain Grandma was angrily complaining of. It might have been uncomfortable or a bit unusual feeling, but to say it was causing excruciating pain was a hard stretch. Mama was upset because there was no consoling or calming Grandma. 

Mama left the office with a splitting headache and Grandma left the office with a still plugged ear and a very bad attitude. When Mama attempted to take Grandma to lunch to see if she could distract her from the experience, that too was a disaster. Grandma’s burger was replaced three times because the bun was too dark (burnt in Grandma’s eyes), then the burger was not fully cooked, so she says. On the third burger offered to her she took one bite and declared it did not taste right. Mama’s headache was pretty severe by the time she got home. I ate what was left of Grandma’s burger during our FBI class last night. It was delicious!

Prior to our FBI class, Mama dropped me off at church for my meeting with Pastor. We talked about a range of topics for almost an hour. Although the meeting did not reveal any new plan of action to me, Pastor agreed with my overall reasoning concerning the sale of our farm and our plans to relocate Mama to Florida. Mama read me a post this morning that seemed to sum up what Pastor and I agreed upon, to set a course and prayerfully do the next right think required to stay on course. 

God rarely tip His Hand to us. That is always for the better. His plans are so much better than anything we would think up. For me, the most notable part of my consultation with Pastor is confirmation that Mama and I are lined up together with what sems to be God’s direction at this moment in our lives. That helps. I do not want to wander offtrack looking for the next shiny thing. 

After paying another $5000 (three days past) to get his truck out of the shop, Norman called to ask if we could pick him up at the church where he is working so that he could get Seth’s truck to tow his truck either home or back to the mechanic. It appears the transmission has gone out. The mechanic he has been using is not getting rich off Norman, but he is certainly making a good living servicing this truck. It provides a steady stream of income for his garage. 

My truck on the other hand is still sitting in my mechanic’s yard waiting repairs. It has not cost me anything, but it has done me no good to own it for the past 18 months. I’m probably better off, but it is hard to tell. Last time I talked to Roger about my truck, he told me he had to get help moving it out of his front yard. His wife was not happy with it as a yard ornament. I would love to have it back, but I am inclined to sell it as soon as it is functioning properly. I want to avoid Norman’s mistake of holding onto something that has caused me so much trouble. 

Today is cleaning day. In the house and in the coops. There is always so much that needs to be done. 

God is good!