the long way home

I have written on more than one occasion about the opportunity as a healthcare provider to minister to those who are affected by illness and death.  I was reminded of one such incident yesterday as Karen and I talked about Rodney's accident.  I was on duty that day and knew from Facebook that he was critically hurt so I headed around there to check on Karen.  As i passed the front door I spotted her coming across the parking lot and shen she saw me there was a look of terror on her face.  She thought I was meeting her to tell her that he was dead.  "No" I said, and I escorted her to the ER where his two best friends were waiting outside the trauma room.  I hung around for awhile and went about my business.  She told me yesterday that I had been on her mind for that very reason following Rodney's recent passing.  He spent the better part of a  year in rehab with the entire family praying for miracles.  You just never know what God will put in front of you on any given day.

Another time was when my dear friend Gigi presented with bacterial meningitis in a BAD way.  Had her sister not checked on her that morning on a hunch, she would have died and almost did.  She told me recently that her priorities are all different now having come that close to death.  I can only imagine.  

I read recently that the majority of first responders to the Sandy Hook shooting are suffering from PTSD.  In a small community where everybody knows everybody this is a big factor in doing your job.  While we treat all patients alike, caring for someone you know and love presents a whole set of emotions that are sometimes difficult to overcome.  I learned that lesson well with my grandparents and parents.  It also gives you a unique perspective on things worse than death.  

Today is my brother's 60th birthday so if you know Bubba ( and EVerYBodY knows Bubba) wish him a big fat happy birthday.  The snow clouds are gathering for another round so we'll see how that goes.  The roads are stil horrible from Friday's ice and snow.  It makes me nostalgic for the days when  trucks spread cinders.  The hill on Pecan Lane is an excellent sledding spot and the neighbors took advantage of it over the weekend.  Faucets are dripping again in anticipation of 3 degree weather.  Lerd, I am so ready to see something green shoot up out of the ground.  

More Disjointed came out just in time for my withdrawals to be met.  This show is crafty, witty and addresses all the issues surrounding the sale of cannabis in a realistic way.  Ruth Whitefeather Feldman is an attorney who knows what's up in the industry. Kathy Bates plays her like a fiddle.  

In other news, Trump is spending Martin Luther King day at his golf club so yay him.  I'm sure there will be some sort of appropriate tweet.  Or not.  I didn't win the Powerball but some 20 year old who wants to "help others" did so I'm good with that.  Mamye bought us each a ticket, just in case.

Not sure what the future will bring but I'm manifesting my destiny up a storm.  Stay tuned ^j^