So last Monday was the pits. Our sweet dog of 10 years, Nina, had become rather complacent on Sunday and I was a bit concerned about her when I left for school on Monday. I had made a vet appointment for her the next day.
So as we settled into our Monday evening routine, I was savoring a bit of time to actually cook a real meal (burgers on the grill), and we were all enjoying the warm spring air while eating dinner on the deck. BUT…… Nina soon lumbered onto the deck and began wheezing and throwing up.
So our pleasant evening went down hill real quick. I realized Nina needed to be seen by the Vet. right away. Tyler and I carefully lifted her into the van, and Curt and I ran her down to the vet. The vet examined her, took an x-ray and gave us the bad news. She had a problem of her esophagus that is quite common in old labs. But he also explained that her condition was quite grave. :( Thus I made the painful decision to have her move on to doggy heaven that night.
I called the kids, they came down to the vet and we all cried, said our good-byes and then came home. It all happened so fast, it just didn’t seem real. But I had a feeling something was wrong with her for some time now.
And the night continued on a down ward spiral of misery after that. Madi had a paper due the next day she needed to finish, so I took her to a friend’s house who had volunteered to help her with the paper. I was relieved. As I was driving home, Curt called me all upset about something. I really couldn’t understand what he was saying it was not making sense. I told him I would be home real soon.
I arrived home to find him furious! A neighbor boy had come over at 8:00 to watch a TV show, and that triggered a snowball of anger. I actually think everything with Nina triggered it, but he was upset that this kid was coming over at 8:00 at night. I had great difficulty getting him to calm down, at one point I thought he was going to hit me. He was cussing up a storm, which if you know Curt, this is rather comical, I have been married to him for almost 23 years and never heard him cuss. I heard more cuss words explode from him in one night than I have in 23 years! It was not a good situation, Madi needed to be picked up, I ended up asking the kid to leave, and then tried to distract Curt some. That seemed to calm things down a bit so I could leave to get Madi.
I returned to find all was calm and Curt had really forgotten the rage of just a mere 45 min ago.
I then had to put together this stupid queen size bed frame for a new bed that was being delivered the next day. At that point my brain was fried, and those silly, little tiny print directions were not cutting it for me. Somehow, I got the seemingly simple task done by 11:15 and then laid down for a good cry.
And thus the roller coaster we now call life. Tues. and Wed. were calm and normal days. Thurs. was busy and Friday was a VERY, busy, stressful day. Thus the ups and downs of our life.
This past summer while at Hershey Park with the fam, despite my own voice of reason telling me not to ride the Great Bear roller coaster, I did. I decided to tackle my queezy, roller coaster stomach a new way, I would just close my eyes the whole time and then I wouldn’t have to see the going upside down stuff, and my stomach should be able to survive. Well overall I am happy to say this tactic worked fairly well. I rode the Great Bear twice!
So I am thinking I need to apply this tactic to my life these days! Embrace the roller coaster, ride it, and close my eyes and pray LOTS!!
And I do appreciate many of you who have come along and rode the coaster with me for a day or two. :) Your prayers, support and LOVE sure help me ride this coaster with a smile!
This song has become my mantra……
~ Philippians 4:12 & 13
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty of in want. I can do all this through Him who gives me strength! ~