I am not perfect.

It's Wednesday and I have to say first thing that I AM NOT PERFECT. Ok, I've gotten that out of the way so I will proceed.
Tonight at church, we had a young man named Jarred, come speak about being a member of the US Paralympics. www.paralympics.org. He will be participating in the 2012 Paralympics. He has a right BKA (below the knee amputation) from 2010. In highschool, he developed a condition called "compartment syndrome." After many surgeries, he ended up having to have his leg amputated. Now he has an ultra, super fabulous carbon fiber, mechanical leg and another one that is a metal bar that he runs on. Technology is absolutely amazing.
Tonight Jarred shared his testimony about how God has worked in his life. He thought in high school that he could lead a dual life. He could believe in God and yet participate in a very unChristianlike lifestyle. His only desire was to be able to be a collegiate runner. He wasn't just a good runner, he was an amazing runner. He actually won a state competition in running. His running career was cut short when he developed compartment syndrome. Jarred admits that he was angry at God for over a year. He said that God revealed HIMself to Jarred and told him that he had been with him through this trial and wanted to use him in the future. Jarred has dedicated his running career to God. Jarred has put his faith in whatever God's will is for his life.
Jarred was asked how his parents have handled all of this. He talked about how hard it is for any parent to see their child go through such a trial. Interestingly enough, I was sitting next to a couple who had just found out that their own daughter was having a problem with intracranial pressure due to too much cerebrospinal fluid built up in her brain and especially behind her eyes. They had been told that she could have blindness if things get worse. She is having a spinal tap on Monday.
I sat there in that pew listening to what Jarred had to say about his own parents and how supportive and faithful to God they were. I jarred this girls mom in the ribs with my elbow. She told me that on Sunday, the sermon was about why bad things happen. She said that it is so strange how these messages are coming to her. I told her that I could so see that God was working in this and HE has it in HIS control. It is so incredible when God speaks to us. I was in awe over the fact that even I could see HIM working right before my own eyes!!! Talk about a billboard sign letting them know that HE is with them! WOW!! The mom asked me what I thought about all of this and whether or not I thought that they will be able to treat her daughter. I told her that it was apparent to me that GOD HAS THIS! I would say YES! None of us know whether her daughter will be helped through a medication or a surgery. None of us know whether God will heal her in the next few days before the spinal tap she will have on Monday. What we do know is that no matter what happens, God is working on something BIG in their lives and HE has every microelement of this situation in HIS control. This I am confident of!
So, I went to the allergy clinic today. I am seeing the same ENT that took my tonsils out when I was 12 years old. He is a nice, handsome, smart, very friendly man that I have actually worked along side of in the ER. I really like him. I went to highschool a couple of grades behind one of his daughters. My brother used to have a crush on his dark haired, super nice, cheerleading daughter back in the 80's. Random, I know.
At any rate, I have already endured the initial testing, the part where I got stuck a good 50 times or more in both arms. It turns out that I am allergic to mold, dust and dust mites (and their poop). I figured that out a long time ago...just not the poop part. Today, I came back for the serum they mixed to treat my allergies. I am not going the traditional route of having to have injections every week. I am using a sub lingual drop daily to treat my allergies.
In addition to today being my first go at the allergy drops, I was instructed on how to use my $189 Epi Pens. So, if I was to decide to have a severe allergic reaction to the serum, I could, pop the cap and stab myself in the thigh, hold for 10 secs, remove the needle and massage the epinephrine into my muscle. Then I would need to call 911. The nurse, recommended that I call 911 first then plunge the needle into my thigh. I guess if your throat swells shut, you might be much more willing to gouge yourself to prevent an untimely death related to a dust particle or bedbug poop.
My thoughts after taking one drop of this $150 serum that will eventually make me immune to dust (praise God) is that I really, really hoped I didn't have an anaphylactic reaction. I was not too worried about having to use the Epi Pen. I was actually more worried about the thought that if I did nearly stop breathing or really stop breathing, that I would be seen in the ER where I used to work. Sitting there I was able to recall that I had only the great toes of both feet painted with toe nail polish because all the other paint had worn off. Although the nail color I have is a very pretty deep purple color, I don't think it looks as stunning, when it's chipped off and only on one toe. I also remembered that my legs were unshaven as usual. I couldn't remember what state my underwear was in. I don't mean that my undies weren't clean, but I did just wear some an old, no count pair, without the thought that maybe someone might see them. Why we keep no count underwear around at all, when we know that at anytime we could be in an accident, makes no sense to me. I am an imperfect  human being.
I was also concerned that since I had been working all day and had spent a great deal of time cleaning out a closet in my office, I was stinky and smelly. I think my deodorant had clocked out around 1PM today. Jacked up toes, unshaved legs, no count drawers and BO are not what I want to go rolling up in the ER with after having had an attempt at dying. Needless to say, I wasn't too thrilled at the possibility of having to take that one little drop of serum. I am however, very excited at the thought of being able to walk into any room in any building and not feel my eyes burn and water, my nose run or to start coughing from post nasal drip. Maybe next time when they up my dose, I'll be better prepared. Knowing me though, I will still have the further peeled off toe nail polish and unshaved legs. Maybe I will remember to wear some decent drawers to the next visit.