I really did not need this break

As some you are aware, and hopefully by now my family is, I recently had a stay in our neighborhood hospital. I found out that family is not always the first to be contacted during a time like this and that communication can get scrambled. I also learned that I should never tell someone while passing by a certain hospital that I wouldn't let my dog go there. I might get sent there myself.

Here's what happened:

Last Monday night I went to bed with a slight stomach ache. Half an hour later Terry came in to find me rolling around and yelling in pain. He told me I could either get in the car to go to ER or he was calling an ambulance. Some choice. I felt like this was something that would go away if I held out long enough. I was rushed into the er room which was a remarkable feat and checked on in a timely manner.

The Doctor came in checked my vitals and then told me I had a three in four chance of having a stroke. He then started asking me some confusing questions. He asked if I was aware that I had heart arethmea. I said "What?" and than he asked me other questions. He then looked at a piece of paper and said "your're not this patient" and left. So when he returned later to tell me that my serumamylca whatever is 9000 and should be 150, I thought, "now which patient's paperwork do you have?" He than told me I would get to stay for the night. Well maybe a few nights.

This was not in my plans. "I got stuff to do" I said. He told me my room is available and off I went. I found out I had Pancreaitis and some stones in the gall bladder. I tell the doctor it was probably all the cornbread and buttermilk I eat, and that I won't eat it again. He tells me I won't be eating or drinking again for a few days. Fun starts.

I am now minus a gall bladder, a hernia that he took out for free and my pancreas is no longer inflamed. I met some nice people and God even sent one of our church members to be in the room across from me so I would have someone to fellowship with.

This wasn't in my plans but God knew this would not have been a good thing to have while in Ecuador. I am thankful that it happened when it did. No heavy lifting for six weeks. Somehow the packing has got to get done. Maybe this is God's way of saying don't pack it up just give it away.

Views of my new Home

This will be our living room and dining room. The patio doors go out into a small balcony. I hope to be able to put a lot of plants in containers out there.
Looking out from the patio to the neighbors yards. Looks like someone has helped me on the container gardening already.
My little itty bitty tiny kitchen.



View from the patio of our apartment in Loja.


I am getting excited and a little scared. With a little color and some love this little apartment will make us a wonderful home. Some of the lambs will be packed into suitcases. They are getting excited about going to new pastures too.