If you had asked me Wednesday morning what today’s post would be about I would have told you “my trip to the Bronx Zoo and my first day back in Tallahassee.” Well, the latter won’t be happening for a few more days and the former doesn’t seem all that important anymore.
You see, last night I had a seizure. I was sitting in a rocking chair when I had it, so I rocked right out of my chair, falling to the ground. The impact caused me to dislocated my right shoulder and have a small fracture there. As you may know I used to take meds for seizures up until February of this year when my doctor deemed it safe for me to go off of them. Guess she was wrong. Now I’m back on them, and probably for the rest of my life.
Because of my shoulder I can’t fly for a few days (the pressure isn’t good for it). It’s just as well really - there are two big storms that are about to collide with Tallahassee. It’s almost ironic when you think about the timing. Three years ago I had my worst seizure the day before I was going to fly from North Palm Beach to Connecticut.
I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to be learning from all this. It probably has something to do with pride. I was the one who pressed to get off the meds in the first place. But I’m really not sure. Given time I’m sure I’ll look back on these events and have a better idea of why God had things happen the way they did. In the mean time, if you could be praying for my quick recovery I’d appreciate it.
