The Second Law of Thermodynamics, also called the Law of Entropy, says that energy runs out. Things break. Systems break down. Or at least, that’s how I think of it.
And lately I am extremely aware of how this applies to the human body. Seems like I spend a LOT of time these days going to doctors who keep tabs on my various systems–the cardiologist, the pulmonologist, the gynecologist, the ENT, the GP, the chiropractor . . . let’s see, did I forget anyone? Mostly all these folks tell me I’m doing fine and I’d do better to lose a few pounds, and I know they’re right. But seems like the old body just isn’t as resilient as it used to be.
About three weeks ago, I woke up with a fever and a raging sore throat. Passed whatever it was (I think it was a Covid thing) to my hubby, and we went about our business for the next few days and tried to sleep more. Came through just fine, but I’m still coughing, but that’s another story.
Then, last week, I noticed I had a sore toe. Since I’m always stubbing my toes, I just figured I probably broke another one and it’d be fine. But the next morning I woke up and couldn’t put any weight on my foot–the entire foot had swollen.
Since the hubster suffers occasionally from gout, often without an obvious reason, I figured that’s what it was. But by evening, when the trusty gout pill didn’t work it’s magic, the pieces fell into place for me–the toe was the same one my darling puppy had nibbled about five years earlier. And that nibbling brought on a case of cellulitis, which can come back if your immune system gets compromised. Which is probably exactly what happened.
So I’m on antibiotics (what did people DO without antibiotics?), and I’m getting around just fine. And I’m oh so grateful that all this strangeness happened now and not next week, when I’m heading off to the ACFW conference and have some responsibilities there. Thank you, Lord, for your perfect timing. And the good thing about being a writer is that as long as you’re conscious, you can still work. Still plugging along on the book at hand.
So I am grateful for so many things these days–antibiotics, the Lord’s timing, and knowing that He always has my best interests at heart.
And maybe, when I get home, it’ll be time to lose those extra pounds. I can’t expect the Lord to do ALL the work!
~~Angie
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So good to catch up with your goings on via this post, Angie, but I’m sorry you’ve been struggling with health issues. I’m noticing the same things about how the body does not do what—or respond how—it used to, even a decade ago. Yet I am grateful this earthly body does not last as long as it used to back when people lived 600 to 900 years. Oy! Can you imagine! Like you, every day I eagerly await our Lord’s second coming and am grateful for his sovereign hand. Have fun at ACFW!
Well miss you!
Great post! Getting old-bodily- isn’t fun. 😁
True!
I’m wishing you a speedy recovery and a wonderful time at ACFW!
Thanks!
Ŵe are members of the same club. I had cellulits last year and had to visit the hospital. God bless all those that work there. They refeŕred me to the wound care center, where the ladies changed my bandges every day.I got to ring thè bell after a month.
Glad you have recovered!
Question: “what did people DO without antibiotics?”
Answer: They died!! Whenever I read a time travel novel, I think of how the first thing I would want with me was a packet of antibiotics. That and toilet paper would be the first items to go into my travel bag. LOL!!