Instead, we got this: two worn out magazines, one in Spanish, and an old episode of Walker: Texas Ranger playing in the corner. I didn't know this before, but the show is a combination of ghost town, tumbleweeds, and martial arts. Right before the real action starts, Chuck Norris says, "What are you going to do, taunt me to death?"
Someone brings us masks and tells us it will be a very long wait. Steven gets up when Martial Ghostweed is over, and switches the channel to the Liberty Bowl. Someone in scrubs comes out to tell us "they" don't like for people to change the channel on the TV.
Then a gentleman arrives expecting the receptionist to find someone who hasn't been admitted, yet. The party is not in the system. The receptionist argues him down. The gentleman is standing next to the sign that states: Verbal and Physical Abuse of Our Employees Will Not Be Tolerated.
Welcome to ER at Mercy West. We arrived at 1 p.m. and waited six hours to see a doctor. Jack has influenza and pneumonia. He was eventually moved to Room 5214. The expensive date I was not waiting for.
"What are you trying to do, taunt me to death?"
And so, today, the day following Fandango Day, I wonder what it will take to get the flow of life going again. You know the life I mean. . .the one I'm accumstomed to. The one I take for granted. I feel like Lilia, who, when we're playing the Ladybug Game, draws the card that says GO BACK 4 SPACES. She always holds it up and says, REALLY? Just like that, I swear. REALLY?
The dread is due to serious trouble on the horizon for my family. There's not much I have to say about it, here. But if you choose to ask, I am open about it and will be happy to share. Otherwise, feel free to pray. There's nothing to be done, exept to wait and see, and to hope for a best possible outcome. I also rely right now on some help my spiritual director gave me recently from the 12 Steps Program:
Step One: We admitted that we were powerless. . that our lives had become unmanageable.
Step Two: We came to believe that God can restore us to sanity.
Step Three: We made the decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God.
And as I'm writing this post, I just got a call from my husband, who is coming home in a couple of hours. I'm feeling on my way back to normal!