Last week ended on a high note, as I dealt with the bone marrow biopsy with flying colors. It was a beautiful experience of what can happen when you combine lots of prayer support with raising one’s energy.
But this week started on a low note, as I woke up with some sort of intestinal upset that completely threw off my morning routine and made me wonder whether I would even be able to make the drive to town.
I couldn’t really eat the breakfast I had carefully prepared the night before (since I had to fast for four hours before my afternoon chemical stress test). We were late, of course, and then we had to wait a while for our lab tech to be ready for us. All I could do in the meantime was lie down on a couch in the waiting room.
By afternoon my gut had stopped it’s cramping and churning, but the whole thing has left me so drained that I can hardly type.
Coincidence? Or yet another example of the balancing contrast of duality?
Ah well, I’m sure a good night’s sleep will fully restore me!