As I mentioned yesterday, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I am still having pain. And, am feeling weak.
Knowing that I cannot use the pool to get some exercise in anymore, and after being locked away for so long, I find myself going out on a fairly regular basis. Just as I mentioned on LwL, yesterday.
Last week was a week I suffered in a great way.
I believe this was partly due to me doing a fair amount of shopping, in addition to doing some other things, in order to get some exercise and try to gain some strength. Shopping means having to lift items.
Believe me, it's still not easy for me to do this. Even if the items only weigh a handful of pounds, or less. Never mind anything heavier!
In any case, I went out to look for some slipperettes, last Wednesday. I went to a Walmart store that I hadn't been in, in about a year, or more.
The store itself is good. However, I find it way too large for me to comfortably shop in. Too much walking, etc.
As I made my way to the shoe/slipper department, I ran into a fellow realtor.
She works for the same broker, I do. And, I hadn't seen her in quite a while. Although she recently phoned me and we had quite a conversation at that time.
Thankfully, there were places to sit down, near where we were standing and talking. I became physically tired, and did this. So, she joined me.
She ask me why I hadn't yet returned to work. In addition, she also insisted that I look okay and let me know that in her opinion, I should be working, again.
Even though we had talked, I found this upsetting. She didn't seem to believe anything I said.
Then, as we were parting our ways, she invited me to have lunch with her on Friday. Since she had just told me she thought I was avoiding her, due to not returning her calls - even though I don't have call display and she didn't leave messages, I agreed to do this to avoid her again feeling defensive.
On Friday, we met where she wanted to meet. Red Lobster was the place where we enjoyed a delicious seafood lunch.
While she had told me that she was going to treat me to lunch, I didn't allow this to happen. Especially, since I didn't want to make a habit of meeting with her for lunch on a regular basis. So, instead, I treated her to lunch.
The first thing she asked me was almost the same as she did when we met earlier that week. She wanted to know when I was going to return to work, and insisted that since I looked okay, I should return to work.
Talk about feeling stressed! Sigh... Yes, I felt stressed and confused.
At the time, rather than get angry, I asked her to point out to me anyone seated nearby who is not healthy. She couldn't do this.
I commented that obviously, since everyone seemed to look okay, she would probably let me know that everyone was okay. Even if they weren't. Even if some were weak, and/or trying to heal from something that has affected their lives.
After a short discussion about how it is not up to her to make comments about her feeling that I should be working, I let her know I didn't want to discuss that issue, any more.
When lunch was finished, I was rather happy. And, thankful that God had helped me deal with her, and her seemingly nasty attitude towards me.
Thinking about how God helps me, and those who belong to Him, I thought about Psalm 121:1-2, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."
Yes, my help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. And, I lift up my eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
How thankful I am that He helps me. And, was extremely thankful that He gave me words to say, to help her understand that even though she thinks I look okay, I am not yet healthy and strong enough to do what needs to be done, in my job.
Why she would give me a hard time about this, is beyond me. I cannot think of any reason. After all, if I was back at work, we would literally be competition to each other, even though we are co-workers.
Even so, I am thankful that we had a time of good conversation together, after I let her know I didn't want to discuss my health, any longer.
Hallelujah! Thank You, Lord!
You're always there for me. And, I'll always be thankful!
Until next time...
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