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This was one of those days that from start to finish – if I am actually finished (we’ll see – Miss grounded teenager happens to have a friend, as in boyfriend, over watching a movie).

The morning was spent in the OR.  Had two little patients who needed a lot of dental work. 

I was not looking forward to the morning.  I knew our anesthetist was not going to be fun to work with.  He is new and I have heard all kinds of scary stories about what it is like to work with him.  He is from some country in the middle east – of another large faith group. 

I knew that it would be perfectly acceptable for me to insist that he use a nasal intubation technique since I need the room in the mouth to work – in fact it is the norm.  Except he has not been doing this.  

Last night I was thinking of all the ways I could tell him how to do the intubation I needed.  Most of the ways I wanted to say it seemed fairly cutting – in fact most would have been really nasty and insulting.  I was thinking that I could accomplish my goal by insulting him or getting angry and walking out (leaving my patients bearing the brunt of all this) but that wasn’t really an option if I wanted to act like Jesus’s follower.  I don’t have the luxury of being right and being nasty at the same time.  At least I don’t think I can leave these kind of incidents out of my life if I want God to be in all of what I am and do.

God must have been hanging around in the corners of my mind as I wondered how I would handle this.  He knew that I was aware that this would count in some way for him.  I got there this AM and the guy was gruff but without a word from me, he did what I needed him to do.  Things went well.  He even asked one of the nurses in recovery her opinion on something.  I think I will try and find a way of telling the Dr. thanks.  Who knows what God is trying to do but it seemed to me as if God was there working behind the scenes on something.

Then I rushed off to Saskatoon.  I had to see one of the oral surgeons – a classmate of mine.  Not for a social visit either.  I have large sinuses and a broken tooth and … well, I no longer have a broken tooth and the sinuses are still intact.

Walking around biting on a wad of gauze sure puts a damper on Christmas shopping.

Got back in time to run over to the party at the pastor’s.   It is the place to be the week before Christmas. 

Now if the living room scene looks safe to leave, I will down a few pain killers and pack things in for the night.

Tonight’s visit was hard.  I don’t know that much has changed with Dad but it hurt me more tonight.  Maybe I am just tired.  It was hard to see him fussing with his restraints, disoriented and wanting to get up out of his chair but not able to do any of those things on his own anymore. 

There isn’t much more to say.  We did talk -such as that is – rather a convoluted conversation, much of it not making a bit of sense.  He looked at me a few minutes and then said, “It’s always good to have a visit from you , Linea.”  So he still recognises me.  Small comfort.  My heart is crying.

It is as if he is sitting there in his wheelchair outside the door to heaven, trying to figure out how the doorknob works so he can get through the door into that much better place.  Darn doorknob!  I wish he could get the thing open so he’d be free of those restraints.

One of the funniest stories I have read in a long time.  Thanks Bene Diction!  Anyone have a story that can beat that one?

It has been a busy week and so not a lot of blogging hs been done.  I’m just trying to keep up with myself, work, kids, family stuff. 

Lat night I thought I might make it to get a few things done and get to bed before 11pm. 

Daughter decides to bake muffins at about 10:15.  Ok, I say, if you clean up and run the dishwasher. 

I forgot – we were out of dishwasher soap.  She decides to use dish detergent. 

Bad Idea!!!!!!!

Hollers for mom.  Suds oozing out from the bottom of the dishwasher.  Suds in the sink coming out of the drain.  Bailing out the sudsy water.  Finally about 11:30 deciding to wait till the morning when hopefully the suds will have lost their fluff. 

Tired mom went off to bed.  Didn’t sleep well.  Got up early and dealt with the dishwasher. 

We’ll try again tonight – to get to bed early.  Oh yeah – meeting planned for 9:30 pm tonight.  Maybe a nap after supper.