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$15.44

10 Aug
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ON SATURDAY BEFORE MY MRI I RAN TO KOHL’S. I KNOW I SAID I WOULDN’T SHOP THERE AGAIN BUT THEY HAD RUNNING SHOES ON SALE AND WE ALSO HAD A 10 DOLLAR COUPON OFF OF A PURCHASE OF $20 DOLLARS OR MORE! SO I HAD TO GO AND SEE IF I COULDN’T FIND SOMETHING CHEAP AND CUTE FOR THE GYM. I GOT THERE AND FOUND THESE REALLY CUTE WHITE AND SILVER NIKE’S AND THEY WERE ON SALE FOR 28.77 AND THEY ARE REGULARLY $72. SO THAT IN AND OF IT SELF IS A GREAT DEAL! SO I GRAB THEM AND WENT UP TOO THE REGISTER TO CHECK OUT. WHEN SHE RANG THEM UP I GOT AN EXTRA 15% OFF WHICH WAS NICE. AFTER THE 15% OFF CAME OFF THEY WERE 24.45. SO IN THE END WHEN IT WAS ALL SAID AND DONE I ONLY SPENT $15.44!!!!!!!!!! I SAVED 57.55!!!!!!!! THE SHOES ARE TOTALLY ME AND REALLY REALLY COMFORTABLE!

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MRI DRAMA

10 Aug
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WELL I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN MRI ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT BUT WE GOT A CALL ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT RESCHEDULING IT. SO AFTER I GOT IT THROUGH THEIR HEADS THAT I CAN’T COME IN THE MORNING THEY DECIDED TO RESCHEDULE IT FOR SATURDAY AT 11:30. FRIDAY WHILE I WAS AT WORK I GOT A CALL FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF UTAH HOSPITAL SAYING THAT I NEEDED TO PUT DOWN A $250 DEPOSIT IN ORDER TO HAVE MY MRI. I DIDN’T GET IT THEN AND I STILL DON’T GET IT BUT I HAD THEM PUT IT ON MY CREDIT CARD. SO GOING INTO SATURDAY I WAS STILL PISSED ABOUT HAVING TO PAY THAT MUCH MONEY WHEN I HAVE TWO INSURANCES RIGHT NOW. WE GET THERE AT ABOUT 10:45 BECAUSE WE WEREN’T SURE WHERE PARKING AND ALL THAT WAS AT HUNTSMAN CANCER. I GET DONE FILLING OUT ALL PAPER WORK AND THEY PROCEED TO TELL ME THAT THEIR MRI MACHINE IS BROKE. THEY HAD JUST GOT THE PART BUT WEREN’T SURE IF IT WOULD BE UP AND RUNNING ON TIME. SO WE SIT THERE FOR LIKE 20 MIN’S ONLY TO BE TOLD THAT IT ISN’T WORKING AND THEY ARE TRYING TO SEE IF I CAN GO TO THE HOSPITAL OR ANOTHER BUILDING TO HAVE IT DONE SINCE I WAS ALREADY THERE. WELL I KNEW I COULDN’T HAVE IT DONE AT THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE OF MY PRIMARY INSURANCE. SO I ENDED UP AND ANOTHER BUILDING THAT HAD A REALLY GOOD AND FAST MRI MACHINE!!!! SO THEY GOT ME CHANGED AND LAID DOWN AND WERE TRYING TO START AN IV FOR THE CONTRAST FLUID WHEN THEY WERE READY FOR IT. THE FIRST ONE THEY PUT IN INFILTRATED SO THEY HAD TO PUT ANOTHER ONE IN THE OTHER ARM. AFTER THIS POINT IT WAS SMOOTH SAILING FOR THE REST OF IT AND I WAS DONE IN 40 MIN’S!!!!!

Filed Under: MRI, PERSONAL THOUGHTS

PICTURE OF THE DAY

10 Aug
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Filed Under: PICTURE OF THE DAY

ISAIAH 65:24

10 Aug
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Isaiah 65:24 Before they call, I will answer…

This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in Central Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities..

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).

‘And it is our last hot water bottle!’ she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

‘All right,’ I said, ‘put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.’

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. ‘Please, God’ she prayed, ‘Send us a hot water bottle today. It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.’

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, ‘And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll know You really love her?’

As often with children’s prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say ‘Amen’? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.
Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door… By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the porch was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly… Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the….. could it really be?

I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, ‘If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!

‘Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, ‘Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus really loves her?’

‘Of course,’ I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it ‘that afternoon’.

‘Before they call, I will answer.’ (Isaiah 65:24)
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