Today is one of those days when I'm just uncomfortable in my own skin.
I think it has to do with seeing pictures of myself last night. That's part of the mental part. Or the fact that I still haven't gotten over the bout of bronchitis from two weeks ago. That's the physical part. Or the poison ivy I think I have from clearing out the hedges and fence row last week. That's just the allover part. Or all of the above.
Or it could just be I'm a little scared. Which is huge for me to admit to The Interweb As We Know It.
One of the things I guess I'm bothered most about is the bronchitis. It isn't going away as fast as it usually does, and that worries me. My father's side of the family is famous for lung disease, and they seem to have passed it on down. My uncle, who smoked heavily, died of lung cancer. My aunt, whom I love dearly, suffers from scleroderma, a hardening of the soft tissue. Lungs, in her case. My father, also after years of heavy smoking, has emphysema. Both of my sons have had asthma, as do I.
Odds are not great here, folks.
Or then again, I could just be obsessing and borrowing trouble and worrying about nothing. Which, as we all know I NEVER do, right?
My firm hope is there will be research to replace the unhealthy-lung gene with a weight-loss gene in the near future. I mean really...what more important scientific research could there be?
So today I will be going back to the doc for the fourth time since contracting this little bug in hopes there is some sort of bionic part with which he can replace my ailing bronchial tubes, at least until they heal properly.
In the meantime, I will earnestly try to practice what I preach and give it to God to handle. It's ever so much more comforting than thinking of the "what if" parts.
If you think about it, wouldja send up a small-but-fervent for me please?
And we'll get back to work on the blubber part tomorrow.
Matthew 6:34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.