Well, my friends, I'm all hooked up to a pump that gives me my dosage of medication intravenously. I just arrived at work with a tube running down my arm and a fanny pack around my waist with medication inside along with the pump. The nurse was supposed to come at 6:00 p.m. to hook me up. She arrived at 9:40. Frustrating!
Now I pray that I won't roll over and disconnect everything. Lots of fun!
This cellulitis isn't that painful, it's just awfully inconvenient. Oops! I'm complaining. Sorry!
I'm going to say "good night" and get into bed! Guess who's going with me? The One "who lovingly guardeth my footsteps, and giveth me songs in the night." I'm not alone on the journey. Neither are you! The Great Shepherd of the sheep walks every mile of the way!
Hallelujah! Thanks for your prayers, precious ones!
The weary pilgrim