Happy Daze

God really does work in mysterious ways...

Last Friday I was so sick, yet I still went on an interview through Man Power. Later that evening, my best friend Jeanne, came over and had received from a friend from work a bag full of clothes. She hadn't looked at them yet and sent Chelsea her niece out to retrieve them. When we opened the bag, it was full of dress clothes, our size. (Exactly what I would need if I got the job I interviewed for.)

Over the weekend, as I took my antibiotics and began to feel better and think clear, I decided to pursue the Health Unit Secretary idea and see just what it would take to get certified. There were semester classes and hundreds of dollars that could be spent getting the certification, both of which I didn't have...time or money. However, after looking over the curriculum, I noticed, I could already perform half of the duties and with a bit of training, I could learn the rest. I decided to search Amazon to find a book on the subject and sure enough there were plenty out there, a little out dated, but recommended by the board. So, I ordered one and am now waiting for it to arrive.

I feel like I now have a path forward and a plan for what God wants me to do. I know, I keep saying I think God wants me to do this or that, but now, I really think this is the right path. So, while I study, I will work the temp job. (They called me today and offered me the position.) It's long term, forty hours a week and right on time.

So, yes, God is right on time.

Feeling Better...thanks!

Geeze...I was about to wonder when I was going to get well again. I started coming down with some kind of sinus crud the Saturday before Easter. And since I never, ever get sick, it really took it's toll on me. Thank God for Gary, who took very good care of me. Finally, Friday, I went to the doctor, insurance or not, I had to get some antibiotics to kick this thing. Today, after my two naps and a shower, I feel (and smell) much better. Now...to get on with the bigger things...like job hunting. Please keep praying for us.

Thanks! :-)

Seizures Again

Last night was kind of sleepless for most of us around here. I decided to try and sleep in my chair, sitting up. Gary went to the spare bed, thinking I would sleep in our bed with Lucy, leaving Wrigley the couch. Well...with me in my chair, Lucy came out of the bedroom around two, to see where she was supposed to go, since I wasn't in bed. I didn't want her in my lap so I acted like I didn't hear her. With the hardwood floors, I couldn't help but hear her pacing, which woke Wrigley from the couch. They both went into the spare room to check on Gary and I think got into bed with him for a while. I tried to ignore them all hoping for a little bit of sleep.

About an hour and a half later, the train started again, Lucy tried to get into my lap, then Wrigley, Gary checked my forehead before retiring back to his sleeping quarters. Finally, six forty five, Lucy came and rested her head by my face on my pillow and whined. I knew why. It was medicine time. I told her, "Go tell your daddy." She ran into where Gary was sleeping and whined. He knew the drill too. Thankful he was letting me sleep; he got up, let them out and passed out meds and breakfast.

Lucy was relentless. She wouldn't take "no" for an answer, so, I let her up on my lap, where she flipped her back on my pillow and we cuddled and went back to sleep. Eventually, she slid off of the footrest, disgustingly, but went to the couch. As she began to fall back to sleep, she went into a seizure. Gary got to her first, then me, then Wrigley jumped up behind me, whining and resting his chin overlooking my shoulder.

We reassured Lucy that we were with her and she was okay, petted her until the seizure passed and then she recognized us. Gary left us and went for her medicine, while I sat stroking her side. It didn't take but a moment, and she was ready to take off on her ritual. We give her bites of a creamcycle to boost her sugar level and she is very thirsty, then she paces the house. She wasn't interested in eating food this time, but she did eat a couple of cookies, so that helped too. within an hour and a half she is taking a nap. One very tired girl. The rest of us will be on edge for a while, hoping a praying there is not another one.

Song Anyone?

Gary received a harmonica in the mail one day last week. Little did we know the joy it would bring. Lucy doesn't care about the noise it makes and she looks at her brother funny when he makes such a fuss. Wagging his tail, ears perked and eyes wide with anticipation, Wrigley waits for his queue from his dad. Carefully, he watches as his dad reaches for it and puts it to his lips. With the first blow, Wrigley bounces on his feet happily ready to play. He loves the sounds his dad makes out of the little box. The bluesy, higher pitch makes him throw his head back in a full howl. Other sounds make him give a growlish song to the tune Gary plays. It's quite comical, which goes along with both of their personalities.

My comedy team, the comic relief of the house.

Total Determination

Yesterday morning, while still recovering from whatever cold/sinus gunk I caught from my Papa Wally, I was sitting in my chair watching TV. Not an unusual occurrence since the loss of my job several months ago. Generally, the routine goes as follows, Wrigley stands guard at the bedroom window for about thirty minutes, while Lucy takes her morning nap on the couch. However, this day, Lucy decided she wanted her mama. I lifted the covers up so she could get in. Climbing into my lap, she nuzzled up close and got comfortable and quickly fell asleep. When Wrigley was done with his patrol, he came to the end of my recliner and stood up and looked at me with his face all wrinkled up as if to say, "Where am I supposed to lay?" Knowing I couldn't just toss the sleeping Lucy off of my lap to satisfy him, I tried to shew him away, but he kept going in circles, the couch, dad, and the bed and back to me. Finally, he decided not to take "no" for an answer, he carefully climbed up on the side of my chair, and laid himself on the top of my chest, with his butt on the arm of the chair to take some of the weight. His head he rested across the top of the back of Lucy's neck. It was so sweet. He was cold and a bit shivery. All he wanted to do was cuddle and get his morning nap. Lucy, didn't seem to mind. She wasn't moving.

So there they were, both my kids...seventy five pounds of lab fur Lucy and sixty three pounds of muscle of Wrigley. I always wanted kids, so now I have them in more ways than the original one.