I hate hospitals

Ok I have been talking about our friend Hilary pretty much all week.Today Jim is off work and home from England and we are finally able to go visit her. I would not go.I spend too much of my week in the hospital, and even though southern general is not my hospital, I had a bad experience there when i slipped on an escalator, and i have no desire to ever return.
Is all that Hilary's fault, no way at all. She deserves a million people there to pass this two weeks with her, especially since the Virgin phone company is restricting her calls. The whole thing makes me crazy to even think about, and it was a short trip believe me.
SO Jim is off to the hospital and I am sure he is embarrassed of me. I will accept that, I made my choice. I will gladly attend any homecoming celebration the club decides to do.I am pretty sure I would go if JIm were admitted,(we shall see).
I never dreamt in my life i would come to see dialysis as a part-time job,  but that is exactly what it is. It is coming up to the holidays, and it looks like Santa can't find me new kidney in AB+ blood type. Itis so frustrating,not just for me, but for the members of my family who can't or won't consider being tested. Oh well, such is life, as they say.
ok, the pity party is over --time for a nap here at the zoo.
Blessings, and sorry Hilary.

the evils of the phone company Part 1

Thought you mind find an email I just sent to Virgin Mobile UK interesting reading:
"This message is from Hilary Smith's husband as Hilary is currently in hospital having had a brain operation two days ago. She has, in these two days, used her mobile a lot as it is her only link to family & friends. You have charged her £55 and locked her account. She has called you a couple of times, as have I. You advised that she cannot use her phone again till 16th December despite her requests to upgrade her package to let her keep in contact with the outside world. I can't believe you have unwilling to assist a long term customer in a time of terrible ordeal even, as she is simply asking to be able to pay for more access in the short term. I would like to see Mr Branson's reaction the treatment you have subjected Hilary to. I wonder, do you have the courage to let him see this email?
Please do something now."
I'll post any response.
This is the lady we were all praying for on Monday, and the soulless virgin sees her only as a number. i am furious
Blessings to everyone and Virgin you will lose accounts over this if not dealt with soon.

A real Miracle for Thanksgiving

For those of you who haven't read Sundays blog, my friend Hilary was facing brain surgery Monday. They needed to know if the tumor was benign or malignant. I asked everyone i know I know all over the world via the internet chat room, PALTALK. Yes the very one i gripe about every day. In addition, Hilary, Seve and the kids had many many work friends and rugby reals and just friends rooting for them.
I myself asked God to help them through whatever lay ahead. Oh Brenda of such little faith. Hilary was operated on in southern general hospital,  and it is neither benign nor malignant. What Hilary has is a brain abscess. We are walking on air in Paisley. A few weeks of antibiotics, and she will be hole again. I could just dance , if only I could dance.
I did not dare to hope for so good an outcome, so I thank God he is better than I am. He just touched her little head and made things better. She will soon be home with her little family again. Of course it goes without saying we must have a party. For all of you who prayed, or send positive thoughts, or just thought of Hilary fondly, we thank you. How ironic Thursday is Thanksgiving Day. I know what i am thankful for. How about you?
If i hug you wheni see you, don't be frightened. I am only sorry i didn't do this before Hilary was ill. But I won't miss the chance again, and i am gonna be mushy till after Christmas.
Please be mushy too--risk telling those who( you assume) know exactly how you feel, and be thankful. My Dad managed to die never once saying I love you. Please Dads and Moms don't be like him.Let's start learning from others mistakes, not just repeating them.
And Gordon i forgive you, whatever your post meant.
Blessings.

Hilary and Seve

Despite all the rumours my brother started as a child, yes i do have friends. And no, they are not all imaginary. Most of the people reading this will not be Scottish and that doesn't matter. I am requesting prayer for the Smith family. They are friends of ours form the rugby club in Paisley.
Hilary, it seems, has a brain tumor. She is young and pretty and has kids. Their family has been a real spark of fresh air to the club and to us in particular. They are going to take her to Southern General hospital. Jim says it is the best hospital for what she has. 
I am asking for you believers to circle this family in prayer, and to keep a hedge around them. I know God is everywhere so he doesn't mind where you are praying from at all. I believe God is still in the healing business or I would not be here. all i know is no one deserves this.I would say more but i frankly do not know more. I will try to post updates and tell you as i learn, but thanks in advance for the prayers.
blessings

Crappy Diem

I am like a roller coaster today. Laundry.Sleep in chair.Burn eggs dry.  Rest. Iron a shirt. TV.Run dishwasher.play computer games.Run washer.Think about food it is quarter to two.Shrug. Not hungry. Eat anyway your diabetic. Nothing looks good.That is how my mind is working today. I cannot get the flow of my words to start. 
I want to talk about why Bachman, Cain, and Perry are not the solution to America's woes. I want to see who might run against Obama in his party, if any. I want to share some quotes from our founding Fathers about liberty and tyranny. I was gonna put the snake flag,saying" don't tread on me" on my profile pic.Coulda. shoulda woulda. Now i am going for a nap. I will try again tomorrow.
Or not. Blessings

Santa Jesus

OK i am feeling well enough to type, (it's my turn to Hoover), and I am gonna tackle this seasonal topic. Santa is a cultural myth we perpetuate for children because we don't want them to think they can be that greedy every day. It is not required, and people like my Dad who had a sparse Christmas growing up turned out ok.
Santa is not real, but he is real if you believe in him. A sign of maturity is when you acknowledge Santa is Mom and Dad. You can ask Santa for anything, no limits in asking, but it is not automatic you will get a compound bow at age 10.It doesn't mean never, it means no, now. To some children who never hear the word NO let me assure you it exists. Believe it or not some parents say NO and still love you. A NO can be a  good answer although it seems harsh at the time.
Jesus is real. He wants to be our best friend. He wants to be a part in every aspect of our lives. He cares in every situation from  new job to new car to new socks. But he is also God. He is not a friend or a plaything we call on when bored. Trust me, there was nothing boring about the cross. He was tortured beaten and abused whilst being sinless himself. He took on the sin of all humanity, despising the shame, because he wanted to reconcile us to the Father. Not for any other reason, he was reconciled to God, and indeed was God. They chose a simple woman from Nazareth to bring Jesus into the world, and she is a part of the Christmas story as well. She was also a part of Gods plan for reconciliation from Adams sin. God didn't have to provide Jesus, but he knew no human could ever be sinless, despite good intentions. This includes Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Nelson Mandela,and President Lincoln himself. 
This Christmas please look at some of your traditions and practices, because Christmas morning can be so much more than ten minutes of ripping paper. You can make memories and traditions that your grandkids will pass on one day, both old ones and new ones. Throw out what doesn't work anymore, like the lights that don't work and yet we keep them. Maybe in the midst of the holiday, you can work as a family to help another family have a better Christmas. Maybe a single parent in your village needs you to take their kids to a movie so they can get a nap or caught up on some laundry? I don't want to say because you have such great imaginations your selves. Many old people would like a visit and they usually have cookies!!!!!!!!!!(oops biscuits for our UK friends).
I am not saying no to the Santa kids love, but it is not Santa's traditional birthday. The world would be a lot poorer for no Jesus in it, than no St Nick. Just sayin'
Blessings.

RAH the saga goes on

Ok I know you are all as sick to death of my knee by now as I am. Earlier this summer, on a bright sunny day, I fell at the PR Football Club and starting my marathon of pain.The latest adventure is a trip to RAH to see an ortho consultant. Neither of us is from Scotland so we had the battle of the accents, but one language he excels at is pain. He got more range of motion from my knee than i had in months. No I did not cuss, punch or cry but I did pray for it to stop.
When he was finished with his exam, the verdict was the x-ray and manual exam did not tell him enough, so he asked me if I would do an MRI. I said "sure" with my biggest smile, while inside my head was screaming, "NO NONONONONO,well ok."
MRI combines two things I am not good at, one is confinement and the other is sitting still. The doctor would have been surprised if he knew what it took to make me go to the exam at all. Imagine how relieved I was when i found out the exam would take two weeks to schedule. I am sure I am busy on that day, whatever day the eventually pick.
One of the biggest problems in my health care is getting me to show up. No one is more surprised than me to see me approaching two years of dialysis. In the beginning I cut out a bit and once i just decided to stop going altogether, but other than those blips i am steady as a rock in my attendance.
Another worry is with this infection my blood sugar levels are extremely high. The scale goes from one to ten, and I am 18. So far the nurses either didnt notice or...
I am scared spitless.
SO we shall see what unfolds.
Blessings.