Another Saturday Night

Yesterday was a “do as little as I can” day. I’m trying not to wear myself out again. And again. And again. I keep telling me to take it easy but when I feel good…I’ll lie in bed and plan my day. I’m going to do this and this and this and that. Then I stand up and think, “I need to lie back down.”

I was feeling pretty low about not being up to hunting bears with a switch this long after surgery when Genese told me her daughter knows what I’m going through. Seems she had a pretty badly inflamed gallbladder, too, and it took her a good six months to have any energy and a year before she really felt good. I need to quit comparing my experience to other people who have had a comparably easy time of it.

Yesterday, I ate, washed dishes and did a small load of laundry (so I’d have The Dress clean to wear today). I walked to the mailbox and picked five figs. Besides straightening up the bed so I could sleep comfortably, that was about it.

This morning, the phone rang and it was my cousin asking if I had any charcoal. All I could think of was briquettes. No. Then it occurred to me that she meant activated charcoal and I had a large container of it. It was raining for the first time in many a day. I was in my getting ready to go to church mode so I called her back and said I’d leave it on the rail of the deck so her other half could get it. Her sister and BIL were there and they had decided she has a virus that’s making her bones ache.

I drove down the mountain for the first time in three weeks in the rain. It wasn’t any big deal. I’ve driven that road so much I could almost do it with my eyes closed.

There were two other vehicles at the church when I got there but I was the first with a key. I opened the door and turned on most of the lights.

Today was communion and the pianist is also head deaconess. Song service started late because she was making preparation for the service.

There was just a handful of people there at the beginning. As time went on, more people came in but the sanctuary was far from being full.

Not having my aids, I had a hard time hearing what was going on. I asked at one point if the microphone was on. Yes, it was and I could hear as long as the Sabbath School teacher spoke into it. It evidently isn’t a condenser mic, though, because one has to speak directly into it for it to work. Even then, the sound is muffled. The one up front isn’t like that so it has to be the microphone.

There were no children there for the children’s story so while I played “Jesus Loves Me”, the adults went around and gathered up the Lamb’s Offering.

Normally, the story recipients sit on the front pew over by the piano. I don’t know if it was for my benefit or what but today they switched sides. It didn’t help. Here’s pretty much what I heard.

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When the audiologist took my aid to send it back to be repaired/replaced, she offered to let me have a loaner. I told her I don’t have the energy to wear them but I think I will next Sabbath. If necessary, I’ll take my case with me and put them away if I get too tired.

One of the ladies offered to wash my feet and I took her up on it. After she took care of mine, she said something I didn’t understand. Finally, I understood she wanted to have prayer with me. Then I got some fresh water and a towel, washed her feet and I prayed that time.

The ladies started singing and kept it up until the men came back into the sanctuary. The service never ends the same way twice so it’s interesting to see what will happen.

I sat at the organ and played at the appropriate moments during communion. It would be nice to have a back on the bench where I could lean and rest at times.

When the service was over, I went to the car and was flagged down by one of my friends. She invited me to a special prayer session tonight but I was already about whipped. Another friend had my co-op order so I collected that and went to see Genese for a little while.

On the way to the room, I stopped by the bathroom and was glad to see the housekeeping supervisor. She is such a sweet person and was one of my favorites when I was working.

Genese was actually awake when I went in. We had a good visit and I saw the clip the audiologist had picked out later. It’s an elephant and that’s perfect because Genese is such an Alabama fan. The one I’d seen was a bear’s head and it was cute but this one is better. Her ear is a bit sore because she was without her aid for so long she isn’t able to use the clip comfortably yet. In the meantime, she’s being very careful not to lose another one.

One of the nursing staff came in and informed me she’s retiring. Then she had to back up and say she’s retiring from the hospital but she’ll still work part time at the nursing home. That isn’t retiring but I can’t see her quitting completely, anyway.

I came home, drank a cup of bouillon and warmed up. Then I ate the first salad I’ve had since the ill-conceived one I ate a couple of days into my attack. It’s so nice to be able to eat and not feel sick.

I’m already yawning to the point that I may split my face. I called to check on my cousin and she’s feeling better. Her husband (my CIL) answered the phone and said she was sleeping.

Twinkle is sitting on her favorite chair. Maybe I can sneak into the kitchen, get her B-12 and surprise her with it. I can hope, can’t I?

2 Responses to Another Saturday Night

  1. Mary Jane September 22, 2013 at 12:37 pm #

    I have laughed till I cried over your version of the children’s story–and the adults gathering up the lamb’s offering! I can seldom follow the children’s story, either, but I haven’t been as creative as you were. (And we have no lack of children to come by for the offering.)

    • Tommie September 22, 2013 at 9:21 pm #

      I must say I had help. There’s a gibberish generator (no joke) online. We seldom are without children but since the offering is for the Worthy Student Fund, it can’t be ignored.

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