Daily Archives: July 11, 2014
The windows are open tonight, and Doc and BJ sleep on separate floors. He fights a cold, and neither of them wants to start a summer-cold sickbed-volley. (Also, colds make him snore.)
I’ve always believed that God has a sense of humor—I mean, take a look at a platypus some time—but He also has some pretty awesome timing.
Yesterday a package arrived for my husband, Will, that had no return address and no letter explaining the contents. Inside we found prescription bottles: all the meds that he takes, plus his $52 asthma inhaler and $40 cholesterol pills. Several of the bottles even contained as much as 90 days’ worth of meds. They had obviously been filled by a local pharmacy, but we still had no idea of who the benefactor is or why Will had gotten the care package in the first place. All we knew was that it was the pharmaceutical version of manna from Heaven, which saves us about $100 off our medication bill this month.
It almost couldn’t have come at a better time. We are in Deep Shit, Arkansas as far as money is concerned, and our landlord has regretfully told us we need to move since we can’t keep up on the rent. This was a piece of goodness that gave us a badly-needed boost, and reminded us that not EVERYTHING sucks. We finally figured that Will’s oncologist’s office must have found some kind of assistance program we didn’t know anything about, because this couldn’t have just fallen from the sky. But then, God does work in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform…..and this little miracle came just in the nick of time, because we’d have had to refill (and pay for) those prescriptions within another week.
Speaking of medications, I’m doing OK, if a bit anxious, after having gone back on what apparently is my effective dose of Zyprexa. Even through the UTI when I felt like I’d have to get better to die. Yes, I’m a little short on happy thoughts, but under the circumstances I’m grateful to not be depressed. Being depressed almost always equals paralysis, and right now I can’t afford to be like that or we are lost. So I’m thankful for that, and for the fact that my blood pressure remains within normal limits. I monitor it casually at home, but when it was taken at the urgent-care center the other day, my numbers were fabulous given the fact that I was sick and in quite a lot of pain.
Twenty years I’ve been on massive amounts of blood-pressure meds and haven’t been able to wrestle it under control…..and to think I just needed to throw a couple of antipsychotics into the mix. Who knew? :-)