A Little Jolt of Happiness


“Your cholesterol is too high!” This is what my family physician has been telling me for years. My body will not tolerate statin drugs, and dietary and exercise regimens have not worked, so yes, my cholesterol is too high.

“Your cholesterol is too high!” This from my cardiologist in June.

“So I’ve been told,” was my demure reply.

“Dangerously high!” No demureness on his part. “But I can help you.”

I went home with a new plan involving a new drug…a very expensive drug…which needs to be administered by injection twice a month. I learned how to do this in two hours on June 29th, with the help of a nurse who visited me in my home.

After two doses of this new drug, I had my blood work repeated.

“Your cholesterol is really good!” This from my family physician who took time out of his busy schedule to tell his receptionist to relay this news to me yesterday.

The jolt of happiness that went through me more than made up for the jolt of the medicated needle that is responsible for this wonderful turn of events.

My thankfulness extends not only to my doctor and my cardiologist, but to my insurance plan that covers the cost of this drug.

And thanks be to God, the overseer of my life, for this newest little jolt of happiness.

Give her medicine. Perhaps she can yet be healed.  Jeremiah 51:8 NLT

Praise the Lord, and pass the medication!

 

I’m Just Sayin’


This is so timely after a conversation with a friend on Sunday about how important hugs are in a person’s life. It cropped up on Facebook yesterday.

I’m just sayin’….

“Laughter is the Best Medicine”


It is said that laughter is the best medicine, and it goes without saying that laughing does make one feel good. Two days ago while in serious conversation with a friend, some words fell out of my mouth that were completely inappropriate for a Christian elder. The fact that these words aptly fitted a particular part of the conversation made us both laugh at the same time. Between gales of laughter I tried to apologize for being offensive, but it only made us laugh all the more, to the point where we could no longer carry on a conversation. My friend called me yesterday to tell me she was still laughing (as was I), and that she had relayed the conversation to her husband, sending him into fits of laughter.

Please don’t ask me to repeat what was so funny because it might risk being banned from WordPress, or possibly from Session. However, I am still chuckling at this writing, and am so glad my friend is open-minded enough to appreciate the difference between a bad joke and a good laugh.

It is a wonderful feeling to share laughter…it really is good medicine.