Hopefully, you read Life with Lynnie (LwL) yesterday. If so, you'll know that I was able to attend my grandson, S's birthday celebration on Saturday... New Year's Eve!
As you're probably aware, I enjoyed spending time with some of my family.
Did I stay late? Did I stay until after midnight?
In fact, I didn't stay long into the evening, even. After all, my grandson, S was expecting more of his friends to arrive.
Plus, I needed to get home.
As you're probably aware, I had surgery on November 17th, in London, Ontario, Canada... for an abscess.
Am I healed, yet? No.
Even though it seems I'm healing, I'm not yet healed.
I was having nursing care once per day, usually in the morning. Then, a wound nurse tried to cut back my care to less often for my treatment, but it didn't happen.
The Windsor, Ontario specialist I saw about the same time as when I saw that wound nurse, let them know I didn't need less care. So, I was able to remain having daily care, even though this problem caused me some stress.
For this, I was thankful. Thank You, Lord.
However, the packing done was constantly falling out. Due to this happening, and due to having to wait many, many, many hours (22 hours one time!) the skin opening was tending to heal up.
Having this happen is actually dangerous. Why? Because if the skin opening heals before the inside heals, that means that the abscess returns.
When this got to be rather important, the specialist then insisted I have nursing care twice (2 times), daily.
This meant I had to be home in the evening. And, wasn't able to join a friend who invited me to attend her church event on New Year's Eve.
Even so, I thank God. And, praise Him for helping me.
Much like we read, in 2 Samuel 22:50, "Therefore I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the heathen, and I will sing praises unto thy name."
I will always give thanks to Him... among the heathen... as well as to my brothers and sisters in the Lord, and will sing praises unto Thy name.
Believe me when I say I praise Him.
You see, when the specialist first insisted I needed double the care daily, I went through what I would call a living hell. Nothing but trouble. And, stress.
But, He worked it out. And, it's been helping me.
You see, another special nurse came to see me, along with my daily nurse. After we spoke, she examined me, saw my treatment and realized my need, she agreed that I truly needed the care.
For this, I'll always thank God for her. And, will always ask Him to bless her, in addition to the specialist who has been trying to help me.
Thank You, Lord!
Until next time...
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