Monday, September 27, 2010


I'm not a huge fan of surprises. I do not like to discover things suddenly and unexpectedly. That's not to mean that surprises don't have their joys, but generally speaking I am not a huge fan of them. I guess I have this image in my head of a room full of people waiting to yell "Surprise." The unknowing culprit about to walk into the room where the room full of anticipation is growing. The air in the room sucked out of by the people holding their breath trying to be very quiet .. just the whole thing makes my heart palpate.

Then there are the whole other kind of surprises. You head out to a friend's house and they announce to you that you're going to have "Pineapple Surprise* " for dessert. You enjoy your dinner and then begin to dig into the dessert. Oh it is the best thing ever. You ponder what the "surprise" is that makes it so tasty. Ten years later you find out ,that *surprise*, there was absolutely nothing extra special in the Pineapple Surprise Dessert.

Of course there are the little surprises of life along the way like detours. Now that I have the GPS, these surprises go over a little easier. But I would rather not have these daily surprises pop up on me. I think it all has to boil down with change. There have been a few good "surprises." Like the time that my husband surprised me by bringing home a "new" type of Mozzerella Cheese Stix. Now, I am one for consistency. I'm a consumer of cheese. I have great expectations and generally stick to the same brands. I wasn't expecting to like it, but surprise I did. Then there was the time I even surprised myself by climbing Cape Hatteras.

After a decade of Lyme Disease, nothing should surprise me regarding my health. However, it does. And I don't like it! Last night I went to bed and felt a pinch of pain in my lower back. Then it migrated to my shoulders and as if that weren't bad enough I woke up with a twisty writhing pain in my hand. I turned the light on and realized my hands were swelling. I removed my wedding rings and tried to rest through the writhing twisty pain in my body.

It also feels like I worked out too long with a bookbag full of 50 collegiate books on my back. I remember feeling this way every day for years. I forgot what the pain was so I was completely surprised when I felt a twinge last night. I'm not a huge fan of surprises.

1 comment:

Kara said...

Haven't heard much from you lately, so thought I had better get on over here and see what's up. Gosh, girl, you've had quite the adventure the last 2-3 weeks. I'm praying for you. May the Lord give you strength and patience to get through all this. Above all, may he bless you with healing. Love and {{hugs}}, ~Kara