My God...my GOD- do not forsake ME! I've gone to the ER TWICE this week! Not ready for another round. Thursday night....Went for a follow up Friday. Doc said I was fine. Didn't need the meds that the ER doctor has prescribed. Yay Then I got a flat tire at the clinic. 4 kind strangers stopped to help me change the tire and the ladies offered me a ride to Les Schwab 2 blocks over. They were closing, but patched...or rather plugged the popped tire. I think it happened Thursday. My car had been skidding a little, but it has been WET. So. Then I called, or rather Josh called ME while I was getting the tire repaired. We were going to have a movie night. Got to Town...dropped by Mcdonald's for a snack- I had not eaten since Lunch. I relapse. I told the clerk: I can not drive myself to the hospital- call 911. They get me a chair and water. 911 says don't give her any water or food. I got a refund on the meal, and pushed the water away without so much as a sip. They come. We go. They took me to Mason General again. I SAID I'd text Josh or Melody the hospital, but I forgot. I was talking up a storm in the ambulance. Lol. The EMT said he didn't mind, if it made me more comfortable. That's just me. Told him I wasn't delirious with shock. Lol. Same staff. Larene gave me an EKG. Jason and Joseph, my attending nurses Thursday- had gone home for the night. Both times, I was diagnosed, and sent home after a few hours. I prayed for MONICA. Monica, monica, monica. I cried for her after I was discharged. As I drove my car down a dark road, I felt the distant piercing sorrow of GOD crying over Monica. I tear up even. I screamed in un-know outrage for Monica's...lost child? Baby? I don't know. I don't KNOW any Monicas, but this time was the SIXTH TIME I have prayed in the Spirit for this Mystery woman. She just...popped up in my prayer language a few weeks ago...That was my night. Going back for ANOTHER follow up. And I'm filling the prescription this time. I cancelled after my primary physician told me I was normal. *snort* I'll NEVER be normal, but no one has to know. Vaya con Dios!
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