IDS

Ailments! Ailments!! Ailments!!!

Has there been any kind of doctor/specialist I have not seen in the last year. Well 2 come to mind.....and one of those is already on my "to-call" list due to recent "events."

However, my main malady requires the Great Physician.

Self-diagnosis has me discovering a very personal symptom of IDS.

No, not irritable bowel syndrome though that could easily be in my my future, because "at my age" all maladies are possible.

IDS seems to be my ever-present affliction. 

Irritable Dotsy Syndrome!

Yep---and the RX is written by the HS in the Bible!

In everything give thanks! Aka all circumstances. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

DOSAGE: daily, 24/7

May thankfulness overflow as I sing and make music from my heart to the Lord, always overflowing with thankfulness (Colossians 2:7, Ephesians 5:19-20)

FOOD FOR THOUGHT FRIDAY

Some folks might not consider chocolate a "food."

But....on a recent Monday's rain spitting, dreary morning when my thoughts were in a downward spiral, chocolate was the choice. Chocolate with a message. (And all of this was AFTER I had a quiet time.)

After the 3rd chocolate I glanced down at the message. "Quote your dad." Hm-m-m-m, that was a thought to ponder. It became a spiritual one.

As far back as I can remember, Daddy said, "I thank the good Lord for every day He gives me!

It was a come-uppance I needed.

Thanks Daddy, my earthly father,  for the memory.

Thanks Lord, my heavenly Father, for giving me another day. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

✔ List = a Check in One's Spirit

My morning checklist seemed reasonably "painless." It was made in order of emails (not visible in pic) phone calls, &  errands---which were in directional order for ease and less gas consumption.
I am a frugal lady.

I have to admit I wondered which would be more painful---the 2nd pneumonia shot or waiting in a long line to vote----in what has been a less than honorable election campaign.

Pretty quickly, I had a check in my spirit because I KNOW how blessed I am to live in a country where voting is a privilege. Plus, I knew I could throw a book in my bag and a USA Today crossword I would be set regardless of the wait time.

Before I even made it to the polls, it became very evident to me that the SHOT was much more painful than the voting dilemma. It did not physically hurt, BUT I felt as if I had been "tricked" by Medicare. That was not only an emotional hurt  but a financial hurt as well.

Last year my internist suggested I receive the Pneumococcal Pneumonia Vaccination for adults over 65. Certainly TV adds have recently been loudly proclaiming the need for this immunization.

The polysaccharide vaccine (PPSV23) is  given in two doses. I received my first dose, per my doc's rec,  on October 25 last year. Being a diligent rule follower, I waited the year requirement for my 2nd dose----the one with the 23 strains to fight pneumonia. BUT Medicare denied it, as reasons still unclear to me. They said they had already paid "once" & yet my "complete" dosage was to include 2 inoculations. The "system" would not budge....and frugal Dotsy had to cough up $109.99, which did not seem right.
But God quickly reminded me, via a check in my spirit, to be thankful that I could pay the $, though I still felt conned.

So I began to pray for a solution for elderly folks who could not afford it and for a repeal of the Mylan's astronomic prices (quintupled by Ms Bresch & Co.) for EpiPens, especially those needed by children.
I ripped up my entire checklist and laid all my anger before Him. Hopefully it was righteous anger spurred by a check in my spirit.

"At-TEA-tude of Gra-TEA-tude

that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever! (Psalm 30:12, ESV)

Chairs were spared. Not just any chairs....but my quiet time chairs. "My" chair. "Thy" chair. Chairs for "me and Thee" as we "commune."

The neighbor's tree trunk was struck by lightening and split in half....crashing past our pine trees  Not hitting our house. Not causing our pine trees to hit our house.

In the scheme of last night's heavy winds and scary thunderstorms, it wasn't a biggie. I know that. Yet, I am grateful my chairs were spared.

If the circumstances had been different, I hope I would have still remembered to be grateful. 

Gratitude. An attitude that needs to permeate my heart.

Not just for now---but for forever.

Regardless of the circumstances, may I continually sip a cuppa gra-TEA-tude, until it becomes my at-TEA-tude of choice.