angels watching over me

everything comes with risks... walking, riding a bike, driving, cooking, having medical procedures... no matter which way we turn, it seems we're bombarded with being told about what may go wrong - just watch those commercials on tv for drugs... they now list out all the possible side effects you might suffer if you take the dratted pill.

so it was with the procedure for my headaches yesterday. it came with standard lists and paperwork, and signage required on the dotted line... the understanding of what could go wrong. did i honestly think something might? nope, not really... seemed simple enough even though i knew my doc would be at the base of my skull, next to my spinal column, by my brain... scary stuff, yes... but i'm a firm believer - god would be with me... i had lots of people praying for and over me, and truthfully, if it was my time to go - well, okay... take me lord, i'd be okay with that.

in i went to the little procedure room - after getting the wonderful glamour gown on, the iv inserted and the pretty accompanying cap over my hair. i was set and ready to go. i got great drugs for the first part but then had to be awake for part 2 and even though i was kinda nervous about that, i'm glad now. about three quarters of the way through, i was responding to the doc's questions like i was supposed to when suddenly my chest got heavy and... i couldn't breathe! uh-oh... i said "i can't breathe, i can't breathe..." and within about 15 seconds i was paralyzed from the waist up... couldn't talk, couldn't move - couldn't move anything and i kid you not, i couldn't breathe... couldn't even feel my lungs. i now know when people talk about being "awake" through surgery? this is what they must experience... it was very scary... unfortunately, some of the medicine the doc was working with got into my spinal fluid.... boo! major bummer, huh? but he acted quickly and in short, short order the room was filled with people who had me hooked up to equipment of the latest and greatest to help me... i, of course, during this time was totally freaked out but was praying my little heart out - knowing angels were surrounding me... what was really funny is that there was a nurse who'd attached herself to one side of me and she kept sticking her face down my mine saying "you're fine, good going.... that's right, keep taking those deep breaths..." what? i couldn't feel my lungs - what deep breaths was she talking about? haha... how funny is that?

anyway, much excitement and trauma yesterday.... much recovery and resting today. much gratefulness for god's goodness and faithfulness in watching over me - because i'm still around; to make bad jokes... continue to work on getting pictures in focus... praise god... be thankful for friends... enjoy little things every day... remember simple moments...

because all those things and more, are what contribute to a

happy day.....