Before I begin today's entry here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I would like to say that had my dad still been alive, today would have been his birthday. Even though we didn't always have the best relationship, I must say that I loved him. I still do. And, miss him. There's no point in wishing him Happy Birthday, since he's no longer here. Still, he's always on my mind.
Here, on LwL, I've been writing about how I've fared since having my second (2nd) surgery in just over three (3) months.
This past Friday was a memorable day.
When my nurse arrived, we discussed whether or not she would remove my drainage tube that had been with me since December 20th, when I last had surgery.
Pro's and con's, pro's and con's were discussed. Eventually, she decided that she would indeed remove the drainage tube. In addition to removing my stitches.
I know, most people don't have stitches these days. Most people have staples.
However, due to allergies, including some metals, I once again had stitches. And, as you know, at some point they need to be removed.
The child-like part of me that hates pain, cringed. Not just that day, but in fact, every time I thought about having those stitches and the drainage tube removed.
Believe me when I say that I prayed about this!
Okay. You're probably laughing, now. At this point, I can laugh, also. But, on Friday, I wasn't.
My nurse told me to take extra pain medication; which I did. She wanted to make sure that I would be covered for the extra pain I would experience, both during and afterwards.
Laying on my bed, she removed my stitches, and cleaned the wound. Was I happy when she finished!
Then, it was time to remove the drainage tube.
To my surprise, I experienced less pain having that tube removed, than I had when my stitches were being removed. All I could say and think was, "Thank You, Lord!".
Well, I need to qualify this. There was less pain in the actual removal process. However, the pain I experienced later, didn't seem to want to leave.
After cleaning both wounds, my nurse redressed me and she was on her way. After all, I am not her only patient!
Thinking about how thankful I was that God provided for me, in a way I didn't quite expect, reminded me of a Bible verse. Psalm 41:3, "The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness."
Yes, our Lord does this, for all who belong to Him.
How grateful I am that even in the midst of trials, pain and suffering, He is right there with me. How thankful I am that He provides and strengthens His own, always. Including, me!
Sometimes I wish there was more to say, but the truth is, there truly isn't. Thank You, Lord! I love You, and I'm grateful You love me.
The only thing I can do, to show Him my love, is to continue being obedient to Him.
Until next time...
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