Monday, November 19, 2012

Come Monday...Lost My Marble

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

Last week started off with my wife, Arlynda, receiving notice on Monday that her employment with [UHC] had been terminated, and it ended on Friday with her being diagnosed with [cirrhosis] of the liver.  Yeah, I know that there are a couple more days in there somewhere, but I am invoking the right of artistic license to depict an appearance of symmetry.

Be assured that it was not the same with her cirrhosis diagnosis as it was with her losing her job (and supplemented health insurance coverage).  For we had been expecting her to lose her job on account of failing health for several months, but that cirrhosis diagnosis snuck right up on us.

As just indicated, we knew that there was something going on.  Although, her failing health was attributed to a cornucopia of other delights, such as various diabetic complications, sleep apnea and you can just about name it.

Nonetheless, Arlynda got real serious about what we originally thought was her retaining fluid a couple of months ago, which was diagnosed as the result of [ascites].  I haven’t kept accurate records, but I think they have drained close to 200 pounds of fluid (seriously) out of her abdomen so far, which is usually a very pleasant procedure to undergo (being sarcastic here).  It took a new doctor to the area to figure out that the ascites was a result of the cirrhosis, and she is supposed to go see a liver specialist/transplant surgeon in St. Louis next month.

Oh, the title to this edition is in reference to the fact that I have apparently lost my last marble.  For instead of being curled up in a fetal position under the bed, here I am trying real hard to make light of a very grave situation.  In fact, there is not a hint of worry in my naturally completely paranoid mind!

No, I have not fallen prey to the devil’s game of getting a Christian to think that the Lord is always there to save the day for those who will but have enough faith in Him.  For I have no doubt that Ezekiel was as fine of a servant as He ever called, and you can read about what He did to him [here].

Just to be clear, I know that our Heavenly Father really is there for me.  For a few months ago, He specifically told me in an audible voice (as opposed to just communicating through a thought in my mind) that He would take care of me, but the absolute truth of the matter truly is that I may have to wait awhile longer for my rescue from this miserable life that I have been given to live.

On the other hand, I am also told that taking care of someone can have more than one meaning, but I am fairly sure where that is coming from.  No, the devil and his demons do not always have sweet nothings to whisper in our ears.

Getting back to my missing marble, I’m not sure if I want it found.  For I am rather enjoying being a light-hearted lunatic for a change.

Don’t worry, I should be back to my absolutely miserable old self soon enough.  For I wouldn’t be living such a miserable life as a light-hearted lunatic—now, would I?

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  1. Oh my goodness Mike. Wow what you 2 are going through is just incredible. It's almost to much to comprehend much less actually be living it!!

    I do so hope both of you will be okay. That is an incredible amount of fluid. I can't even begin to imagine!!

    Both of you are in my thoughts and will remain there!!

  2. Oh Jerry, I'm so sorry to hear about all this. My thoughts and prayers are with you and Arlyinda If you do happen to lose that last marble I have one I can send you :)

  3. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Jackie!!! Every time she goes in to have some fluid pumped off, they take between 10 to 15 liters. There are times hen it sure seems likely that our Heavenly Father must really hate our guts. (LOL?)

  4. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Ann!!! Oh, I am fairly sure that it is in a position to cause one of us to fall and break something else.

  5. Oh my dear I am so sad to hear that. Perhaps if everyone sends good thoughts the doctors may be proved wrong and a happy outcome will ensue.

  6. Sad news...but you have the right attitude. Neither the less...sending prayers to you and your dear wife.

    Prayer Works!

  7. So she has all these physical, employment and financial problems and now a happy you to contend with?
    Dear oh dear, poor lassie.....

  8. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Grace!!! It sure couldn't hurt, and we would appreciate it greatly!

  9. Thanks for stopping by here, my dear Jean!!! Yes, it does indeed. Be assured that we greatly appreciate us thinking of us!

  10. Thanks for stopping by here, my dear Adullamite!!! Just don't forget to have some sympathy for me!

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