Whose Time Is More Valuable?

 Whose Time Is More Valuable?

 

Today, my friend Patty lugged her oxygen bottle to the doctor’s office. She was so excited because the nurse took her right back to a room and said that only three patients were ahead of her. Now, not for absolute sure, but think she said her appointment was at 12:30. She did not get home until after 4 p.m. The doctor yelled at his staff, raised his voice because Patty did not have the results from some tests that he had asked for—seems he thought she should bring the copies of the test results with her, but they were not offered, and he had not told her to ask for them; then on top of everything else, he yelled that the hours he was having to be in the office were not fair to his family. Seems to me that the time the patients had to wait was worth just as much as the time he wasted yelling about everything. Anyway, she probably won’t go back to him. Not sure he was helping anyway. But do know that labs and some test centers do not bother to send results back to the doctor ordering the tests. It seems pretty useless to just take a test and your doctor not know what the results were.

 

Time is a pretty valuable commodity. Nine months can be all it takes to make a healthy baby if the circumstances are all good for both mother and child. And just one month being sick as a horse can be a pretty sad time if a person does not have a chance of getting well—or at least better. My brother and his wife ended up at the hospital this morning. Jacqui thought she had had another stroke, but they did not find any signs of stroke—just the covid mess. They filled her full of drugs and sent them home. They were thankful that they had taken the shots and booster after this scare. However, Jacqui said the worst thing right now is not being able to taste anything—especially since the pastor’s wife promised to bring chicken pot pie tomorrow! But being on the right side of the dirt is still worth having to take those shots.

 

My sister-in-law Anne won’t get better and now can’t hold herself up, so it is just a matter of time. She can’t eat anything and hardly drinks a sip of water or whatever. Please pray for her that she can just go to sleep soon and not wake up. It is horrible to be that kind of sick. It tires the entire body out to hupchuck every bite twice—or what feels like twice. She has been a good sister to my husband, a good aunt to my children, and a good sister to me. It hurts to see her this sick. Her daughter is tired and hurts, too, with seeing her mom in this shape. She has a good attitude around her mom, but she needs our prayers as well. Anne’s son is keeping up with what is going on, and the oldest grandson understands that his MeMaw is leaving us, but the little ones don’t really understand. Probably just as well. God bless the little ones.

 

The backyard is covered in feathers! The hens went through all that horrible heat and now are losing their feathers by the pillow case full! And no, yours truly is not collecting feathers. But they are kind of pretty—red, white, black, and speckled! And it is supposed to be autumn now, right? Over 90 degrees of cooler weather. Good grief!

 

Let’s pray for those from Alaska to the Mexican peninsula that people and their property will be spared from the floods, hurricanes, and earthquakes. This ol’ world is a mess right now. Let us give praise to God’s name and try to be loving to others.

You are loved.