I am subscribed to
a daily emailed inspirational message service through the [H.E. Butt FamilyFoundation]. This started several years
ago when I become a member of the now defunct HighCalling Blogs.
If you do not
already know, [H-E-B] stands for H.E. Butt.
I made several deliveries back during my trucking days to their main
distribution center, located on the eastern side of San Antonio, Texas. It was HUGE!
If I remember right, it took five miles to circle the building while
never straying farther than 50 yards from an outside wall. Yeah, it was all under one roof I think was
actually over several building connected together over the years.
Getting back to the
inspirational messages, the headline of one a couple of weeks ago really caught
my attention. It said, God is fixing this…
If you have been
keeping score at home, we have been under a lot of pressure lately (naturally-speaking,
of course). First was receiving a
notification from our local insurance agent a little before Christmas that our
homeowner’s policy underwriter was going to drop our coverage unless we could
provide proof of the age of the roof on the main part of our house before
January 1, 2016. This was changed to
allow us to at least secure a contract by the 17th of this month to
have the roof replaced a little later on.
Next was finding a primary care doctor for me so that I can be
prescribed medications for my diabetes, high blood pressure and [A-fib]
conditions. I go see my new doctor for
the first time at 0830 on February 17.
Then was the matter of me being called for jury duty.
When I called after
1700 yesterday (as instructed) to see if I would need to actually report for
jury selection, the prerecorded message said that numbers 0001-0180 were to
report at 0800 on the 8th, and numbers 0181-0360 were to report at
0800 on the 9th. All of the remaining numbers were dismissed. My number
was 0421.
Please understand
that I have nothing against serving on a jury.
In fact, if I could do so while staying at home, I would serve on them
all, but with my [Chronic Fatigue Syndrome], just having to leave the house
leaves me practically down for the count and certainly no good for either side
while serving on a jury.
I am kinda
optimistic over going to the new doctor.
For I am hopeful that he will want to treat my A-fib, which might
actually be at the heart of my extreme exhaustion problems. Several doctors have mentioned that I had an
irregular heartbeat over the years, but none of them have sought to actually
treat it (as far as I can remember). I
was left with an irregular heartbeat after contracting [Rheumatic Fever] when I
was five years-old, and I did not think it was much of a deal until a physical
therapist in the hospital during my stay in intensive care after suffering a
heart attack last September mentioned that a bout with A-fib put him down for
the count for a while, which got me to thinking that my main problem might be
fixed with proper treatment for my A-fib.
I hope to post an
update by the end of this week confirming that our homeowner’s insurance policy
has indeed been renewed and we will not be foreclosed upon. In any event, our Heavenly Father IS fixing
it all.
P.S.
No, I could not let
this go without speaking on the Super Bowl last night. Oh, what a boring game it was, but I am
thrilled with the Denver Broncos winning—especially on account of letting
[Peyton] ride off into the sunset in glory and putting [Cam] a little more in
his place.
Yeah, I be hatin’,
but the celebrated Mr. Newton should realize that there is a big difference
between just having fun on the field and being a jerk. Maybe I am just way too old and white to
understand his ways, but I think he showed his true colors when he backed off
diving for a fumble he was in the best position to recover in the fourth quarter,
which would have kept the final nail in his team’s coffin in the Broncos tool belt
for at least the time being.
Arlynda and I were
generally really disappointed with the commercials this year. We loved the Heinz’s wiener dog stampede, and
Doritos’ baby on the sonogram cracked us both up big time. Some of the rest were ah-ight, but most were
really sub-par for a super bowl commercial.
The Mountain Dew puppy monkey baby had us feeling really old and white,
I suppose.
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We also thought most of the commercial lackluster compared to past commercials. I hope the new doctor is able to resolve some of your medical issues. Take care.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Stephen!!! I really makes one wonder about the mindset of high-level executives in major companies to spend so much money on 30 seconds of crap in far too many cases. Could this be an indication of the true value of their product?
DeleteYou aren't the only one who has said that the commercials weren't all that good. That Doritos commercial has been out for a while so it wasn't even new for the Superbowl
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! Hmm, we haven't seen it before, nor since. I suppose we really don't know where it's at!
DeleteI'll be waiting to hear good news from the doctor after the 17th! I feel for you with that fatigue business. You have to work hard to keep from getting depressed after a while.
ReplyDeleteMy best for both you and Arlynda!
Thanks for stopping by, my dear Penny!!! Oh, depression sailed into my port and dropped anchor a long, long time ago. Since doing nothing is worse on me, the fight is to do something each and every day--with the biggest fight being simply getting out of bed. No, I had no idea just how much effort is involved in getting out of bed until I had practically no energy to exert, with then taking a step requiring even more energy I did not have enough of.
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