Good News

Two posts in one day is rare but this is worth sharing. 

Sometimes good news has a weird way of finding it's way into our lives... Today I had a doctor's appointment. I went to the wrong place, because I was being careless and not paying attention to what my sheet said. When I went in and tried to register, the receptionist was all like "You don't have an appointment here; let me call our other office." So she called, all the while I was frustrated because I was sure I had an appointment. When she summoned me back to her desk, she informed me that I was supposed to be across town. However, the doctor I was supposed to see was not there because he went to the hospital for a kidney stone patient. The receptionist said I could see another doctor and the original doctor would be on his way as soon as possible. All of this was fine by me, the short story of that though is the original doctor never showed up but talked to Duggie Houser (the VERY young doctor that I landed with) over the phone for the majority of my appointment.

Okay, that was a lot of background information to say that my kidney issues are stemming from pockets of infection. Yes that sounds gross and terrible. However, this is better than I had anticipated. It was a very interesting appointment. I am mad that I am still sick, but I feel like there is a small glimmer of hope that with extended antibiotics things may start going my way. I wanted so badly to quit everything, and there is a part of me that still believes that would be easier, but I feel like this could be a turning point. The new antibiotics are supposed to make me sick, but well in the end. I feel a bit frustrated because that is what they say about every medicine they give me. Wouldn't it be great and awesome if antibiotics were the key to getting me back on the full road to health? How simple would that be?!

I don't know if that is really all that religious, which is what this blog is supposed to be about, but I do feel like in some strange way, God was in this. And as frustrated, mad and upset I was about being in the wrong spot, about still being sick, about not seeing the correct doctor... there was some small statements of hope. Maybe it is too early to call it quits.