my partner is laid up
I took Margy to the hospital this evening. Her back has been giving her trouble for the past couple months, and over the past two weeks, the pain has rachetted up to the point of unbearable. Last night we made a trip to the emergency room, a critical step toward getting the pain medications necessary to deal with what looks like a ruptured disc on a weekend.
Not that the decision to get admitted to the hospital was simple. It only took an afternoon of pain past the threshhold of holding down food, water, anything. So the only alternative is to get rehydrated with an IV, which conveniently can serve as the vehicle for the pain medication and the steriod which will hopefully setting the swelling ruptured disc...
Seeing my dear wife in the hospital bed in complete misery was a complex of emotions. Thank God she's in a place where she can really get the care she needs: I was completely over my head. On the other hand, she's not getting relief very quickly: the MRI that they did of her last week is lodged in some computer in another clinic, as yet unread. And I'm none too thrilled with the prospect of surgery when I believe that our God is the great physician: healing is in his hands, and I don't think miracles stopped after the book of Acts was written. But Job's testimony proves that our God doesn't usually let us see as he sees: the battle for our lives and affections is waged in the heavenlies--mostly invisible to our earth-bound eyes.
Regardless of these bewilderments, I'll keep praying until she's back. Join me if you will.
Not that the decision to get admitted to the hospital was simple. It only took an afternoon of pain past the threshhold of holding down food, water, anything. So the only alternative is to get rehydrated with an IV, which conveniently can serve as the vehicle for the pain medication and the steriod which will hopefully setting the swelling ruptured disc...
Seeing my dear wife in the hospital bed in complete misery was a complex of emotions. Thank God she's in a place where she can really get the care she needs: I was completely over my head. On the other hand, she's not getting relief very quickly: the MRI that they did of her last week is lodged in some computer in another clinic, as yet unread. And I'm none too thrilled with the prospect of surgery when I believe that our God is the great physician: healing is in his hands, and I don't think miracles stopped after the book of Acts was written. But Job's testimony proves that our God doesn't usually let us see as he sees: the battle for our lives and affections is waged in the heavenlies--mostly invisible to our earth-bound eyes.
Regardless of these bewilderments, I'll keep praying until she's back. Join me if you will.
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