Lots of littles
a) Saw my doctor yesterday. HER scale says I’ve lost 2 pounds. My scale says 8. I’m going with my scale. When the appointment was over, she said she believed my scale as well as their scale has been… traveling… and I’ve lost half an inch off my waist. She LIKES I’m having blood sugar crashes as it’s proof I’m eating healthier and my body is fighting to conform. It was suggested I snack at around 4 PM (when the crashes occur) and when I told her I was still registering low blood sugar 45 minutes AFTER eating a whole peanut butter and honey sandwich, (72) it was suggested I add a fruit snack about an hour or 2 after lunch. We’ll see if my A1C has come down any. (February, it was 9.5)
b) I will no longer allow the nurses to check my blood sugar. I bled MORE from this than I did from having blood drawn.
Trust me. It got WORSE as the day went on. It looks AWFUL today!
c) In fact it made the evening very painful.
d) Okay, so while you’re laughing at my whining, allow me to explain – last night, I played piano in church with my dad singing for the first time in many, many years. About 25 years. That long. A friend of my parents pastors a beautiful little white clapboard church up on the hill in the country with stained glass windows and he asked dad to do a mini-sermon (7 minutes) on a specified reading of one of Christ’s sayings from the Cross. Dad’s was ‘My God, My God, why has thou forsaken me, only he read it in the original Hebrew, which I found to be quite beautiful. (Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtha-ni) and as I get my wandering verbage from him, he went on for about 10 minutes. But the service was wonderful and I was reminded that the small churches in the country are filled, for the most part, with the most amazing and generous people. The communion bread was real and quite tasty (noticed the children went back for seconds) and I especially appreciated we were given MORE than a generous swallow of ‘wine’.
e) Before I forget – their pianist didn’t show up, so i was… pressed into service. I was raised playing for church. (For those who don’t know, my parents were ordained ministers. I come from a LONG LONG line of traveling Methodist and Salvation Army officers.) and it’s just something I’ve always done – except for the last… or 30 years? It felt good. Except for my horrible bruised and wounded finger. That hurt. but it felt funny when the pastor asked me to play a ‘prelude’ and I was rather… huh? How long??? So I pulled something out of the cobwebs of my memory – a hymn I’ve not laid eyes on since my teen years, but for some odd reason, it never leaves my fingers. Dad sang it a lot, mom says, when I was a baby and I played it a lot for him when he sang in church. I think it’s an old hymn most people don’t know (I love it) but mom said a lot of the congregation were mouthing the words while I played. Sooo…
f) Have I mentioned how GOOD it felt, not only to be playing for dad and to hear his voice opened and beautiful, but just to be playing? Just playing???
f) After service, I was privileged to have dinner with 5 ministers (active and retired) and their wives. (That would include my parents) I’m sad to report that I was the only adult sitting at that auspicious table as the ministers and their wives had a straw paper-wad fight. Some people you can NOT take out in public!
h) I received a rather interesting request yesterday. Someone wants to translate Manna from Heaven, and the two side ficlets – Aside from Heaven and The Shepherd – into German and post them on a German fanfiction site. Of course, I would cited the original author and a link to the original fic at Ao3 would be posted. I’ve asked for a link to the site first, but I’m rather stoked about it.
To all, have a blessed and peaceful Easter. On this day Christians celebrate, I always wonder – My Lord, how much you must have loved me, to walk up that hill and die for me on Calvary.