King Of Klutz

So, Friday:
Felt horrible, went to bed about 7pm.
Awoke 9-ish, coughing heavily. 104.5 temperature.
Knew I was in trouble, took some pills, knocked myself out.

Delirium set in.
All alone, my spirit broken, I chose death, if God would listen to me.

Before me a white 3X5 card. But as I got closer, it was much larger.  And it was not white, but had flecks of pink in it and sparkled.  I hurt everywhere.  Someone was chopping my fingers off with an axe!  It was horrible. Temperature was off the scale ~ greater than 106!

I threw my face on what was now a window and called on God to let me in!  A voice ordered me back, but I refused, I knew I was at my end.  A hand was shaking me and calling me back, but I could not open my eyes.  The reoccurring thought of, Opus Dei echoed long after I was awake.

I fell into a deep sleep.

I stayed in bed most of Saturday. Diedre was there not much to talk about, especially with the way things are.  I meditated on Opus Dei - the work of God on this Earth.

Saturday night, same thing.  Only I was now in emergency.  It angered me, I do not have the money for pretend doctors.  I was at 110 - I prayed for death.  I texted those whom I trust in Prayer, and blindly submitted to tests.

Seven hours later, the horrible pains were gone, temp down to 99.7, the incessant cough gone, swelling down, wires tightened in the foot and i was starving - buy alas there will not be food if you are me.

But I had to get in the house ...

I rolled on my little scooter maybe 2 feet, then the scooter dropped in to a gopher hole and i was launched about 10 feet through the air and downhill!

All Hail the King of Klutz!
prayers and bandages appreciated ...

my first post via mobil ... sorry if you got the version before I could review it on my laptop!