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I try to keep my priorities in order: Jesus, my Andy, our children, everything else. I homeschool our boys, love to read almost all written words and have been challenged by the military life for 18 years. Right now my faulty human body is demanding a lot of attention. One day at a time, learning as much as possible every day and remembering to look for JOY when other things threaten to overwhelm.

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"For the Lord gives wisdom. From His mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6 NKJV
The Message translation puts it this way "God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding."


Sunday, February 22, 2009

Another trip to the ER!

Yes, you read that right. 

 For the second time this week, our family has visited the Emergency room. It is quite sad, really. My diabetes decided to act up this morning. It truly wasn't the worst it has ever been, but it was the worst Andy has ever seen it - I guess he has been deployed every other time that I have passed out/blacked out/lost my mind because of a low blood sugar. I guess I started acting weird on the way to church, so he told me to check my sugar level - I got out my machine, pricked my finger, then just sat there in a daze. Then I did it again. I don't remember anything, for at least 5 minutes, probably more. Last thing I remember we were just leaving Hahira. He says we got half way to church (which is 15 minutes way) before he turned around and headed the opposite direction toward the hospital. We were only 5 minutes from the hospital when I suddenly "woke up" and said, "where are we?" 

 I knew what was wrong with me. It has happened before. It isn't too common, but it has happened before. But since Andy had never seen it, he sort of freaked out. The doctor at the ER pretty much just said... duh. Which I expected. But it made Andy feel better to take me there... so, oh well. After I ate something to get my sugar up, and they checked me for any other blaring problems, (besides the long list I had already filled out) he noted my heart murmur, (which I had forgotten to mention), then he pretty much said "go home, get some rest, try not to be stressed". 

 So it really wasn't a good start to the day - It was Andy's last Sunday here, and we were looking forward to visiting with our friends - That didn't happen. 
 
 Then, our day got better.

 We got an offer on our house. 
 That was just the news we needed, at that exact moment. After spending the morning feeling physically incapable of taking care of myself, and knowing that there was absolutely no way that I could stay here, in S. GA by myself, it really felt like a blessing from God to have someone want to buy our house. 
 I had always planned to stay with my parents while Andy was gone, but the house was still hanging over my head - grass to mow, electric and water bill to keep track of, dust that would need to be "dusted" at least once a month, what to do about the house plants, etc etc etc. Now that we have an offer on the house, all of those little stresses just seem somehow less. 
 There are still details to iron out. Closing will take at least 30 days. I will have to do that without Andy - Thank goodness for power of attorney! But now that I KNOW that the house is going to sell (think positive!) I know that I have to take my plants to Mom's house. I don't have to worry about mowing the yard. And I can turn off the electricity and water. 

 Little details - little stresses. But they add up. So getting an offer on the house was a huge relief. 

 There are only a few days left before Andy leaves. 
 I am doing my best to just enjoy him. 
 Strangely enough, that is hard to do. I think too much. I am making a conscious effort to turn off my brain, and just live these last few days. I need that. He needs that from me. If you think about it, I would really appreciate a few prayers. 
 Thanks my friends~

7 comments:

Carrie said...

I am so sorry you had a rough start to your day, but what awesome news to make up for it! Isn't God great that these events did not happen in reverse order?! Ha.
I am beyond thrilled for you that this is taken care of, (sort of) and that you won't have it hanging over your head. I hope all the rest of the details just breeze on through and it gets done quickly!

Mandi said...

I'm praying for you, Bethany, as you go through this week. May the Lord give you the strength, endurance, and joy you need during this transitional time!

Mandy Moltz said...

okay, so it sounds like your week has been totally insane. Isn't it just like God to show you how He cares for you in the midst of insanity?

Mimi said...

Man, I think if I had been in Andy's shoes I would've dragged you to the ER, too! Thanks for coming by today...I was thinking about you guys off and on all day, but I didn't want to disturb you "Andy-Time", so it was great to have you to visit with for a bit before I had to leave for work. I'll see you in the morning!

Mary said...

Thanks for checking out my blog. My boys were very proud of their mud.

Praise God for an offer on your house.

I cannot imagine being in your shoes. I will admit that I'll miss you and I'm sad that we didn't meet earlier. But I'm glad that we did and we can keep up on blogger, right?

Kelsey and Travis said...

Woo, I know how Andy felt. I remember the time that you were talking to Amanda on the phone and were just giggling like a crazy woman, we got REALLY worried when Amanda called the home phone and we realized that she wasn't even on the other end and hadn't been for like five minutes.

I'm so glad that you can be with mom and dad.

That is AWESOME that your house sold as well!!!

Love ya!!!

Chrissy said...

I know I don't comment anywhere near enough, but I want you to know that I love you and miss you. I hope that these last few days with Andy (pre-deployment) are wonderful and stress free. Take care of yourself. I am glad you are better now and that your house will be selling as well. I know that lifts a huge burden off your back. Hope to see you soon and you are always in our prayers.
Love you,
Chrissy