Oh, Oh!

As I've written on Life with Lynnie (LwL) in the past, I've tried to limit my comings and goings.

The reason I did so, is because I didn't want to get sick.

If you've been reading for a while, you'll know that due to me being ill over the last six (6) months, and due to me having two (2) surgeries during that time, I haven't had my flu shot, this year.

In addition, there were times when I wasn't able to take my vitamins, due to being on antibiotics that wouldn't allow me do so.  And, with having a reduced immune system, due to having a rare Rheumatoid arthritic condition, Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), I worked hard to limit my contact with others.

Until a couple of weeks ago.

It was then, that we had some family issues arise.  Issues that required me to leave my home, and assist my family.

While I was eager to help my family, it also meant I was putting myself at risk.

Of course, for a week or more before my nurse finished up with me, she had been sick.  Some days, she placed a mask on herself; other days, she didn't.

But, by having to go out, and spend time with other people, meant even more risk.  Especially, when some of the people I needed to come in contact with, were sick, themselves.

Everywhere we go, we can pick up germs and viruses. 

After all, many people go out, when they are sick.  And, many are infectious without knowing it, just before they themselves become ill.

Sure enough, it happened.  I became ill.

Several days ago, I began feeling rawness in my throat and sinus passage. 

Then, other symptoms joined in.  I could feel it in my ears, nose, sinus, throat and began coughing and sneezing.

That is the worst.  Coughing and sneezing, I mean.

You see, even though my incision looks like it is healing now, I still have swelling to the right of my incision, and pain that spreads from there, right across my body to my hip/waist area on my right.

And, when I move wrong, cough or sneeze, I feel like I'm being stabbed with a knife.  At times, the pain is so bad, that I feel like my gut is being torn apart.

Just as Jesus prayed that the cup be removed from him, I did too. 

In Luke 22:42 we are told, "Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done."

Just as His cup was not removed from Jesus, mine wasn't, either.

Of course, there is no comparison to the pain and suffering Jesus endured.  After all, He suffered the pain and anguish of sin for all the world.

Me?  Well, I'm only human.  I'm not God.

And, I'm suffering here at home.  Sneezing, coughing and feeling like I'm going to die.

Of course, we all know that this will only happen if God wills it.  Chances are, it's His will for me to just suffer through it, until I receive healing. 

Which I pray comes soon! 

Yes, I'm praying it is God's will for healing to happen, quickly.  After all, His will is always done!


Until next time...

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