It is interesting that once in a while, things go haywire, wrong, awful, road blockish, to the tubes, in the toilet, and so on and so forth. I am sure this happens to anyone pursuing a dream or a vision. I am sure it doesn't just happen to me since we are going on a mission. But it sure seems like it.
Yesterday, as I was driving to work, of course on the freeway, I was watching the road in front of me and I saw this small projectile coming straight at my face, eye level. It was a rock, and I quickly moved my head, part of a reflex. Well this LITTLE rock smacked into my windshield and created a dent. No not a dent in my head, nor the window, but a spider, which I am sure is going to grow legs and become large, right in front of my eyes. Nice huh?
Then as I was driving onward, looking around that spider, this crazy young lady just decided to merge into my lane. I was in the far left lane and she almost sent me into the barrier. I don't often honk my horn, but I did this morning cause I was almost sent into an accident. She didn't seem to notice and blissfully continued her path along the freeway.
All things come in threes, right? Well my doctor in Brigham City called today and said that the PSA test, the one they extract about two gallons of blood for, well that one, the doctor who was supposed to do the PSA test just didn't do it. And for some reason, my blood expired. It is a good thing I was not attached to that blood or I would have also expired. Anyway, since he did not do it, the blood they took from me, is no longer GOOD. Thus I have to go find someone else who would be "happy" to take another gallon or two of blood to do a PSA test. I already feel like a pin cushion. So, next Monday I am going to ANOTHER happy needle wielding person to take blood to do the PSA test. What next? What is PSA anyway?
Also, I had to go with Bonnie to get our immunizations, or shots to make sure we don't gete TB, Hepatitus, and even Chicken Pox, Polio, a head ache, sore thumbs, and diptheria, and a myriad of other diseases. I guess I can see that they are important, for we would not want to grow another foot, or leg while we serve in another country, and those shots are supposed to prevent that from happening. However, it is amazing that the cost associated with preparing to serve a mission keeps growing like the national debt. I believe we are up to about three hundred million gazillion billion by now, right?
I was told we also need to add to our national debt by going to get eye exams also. My nose has been running faster than a marathoner and thus we better go find a nose doctor also. Then I have this tiny pain in my quadracept (Don't really know what that is, nor where it is found, but I am sure we need to have it checked out before we can go.) that needs to be checked out and special pills to relieve those pains brought on by doing whatever bothers it.
Being foolish is one way to cope with all these tests. Guess I need to repent and get in line for another shot.
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