For those of you who have walked in my shoes, I need say no more. For the rest of you,
GET THE SHOT!
Actually, I have been journaling. But the pieces were too whiny and depressing to share. Here’s a sample:
Day 4: “My grace is sufficient for you.” Is it?
Day 5: Am going from passable (I can bear the pain) to miserable (no way; I can’t do this).
Day 6: Trying to function in public and appear normal. Isn’t that the way most of life is?
Day 11: I think it’s day 11. Have lost touch—just living from pain pill to pain pill.
Day 12: Think I experienced a turning point last night. Oh, I hope so.
Day 16: Taught Sunday school this morning and looked sort of normal. Sort of.
Sorry, but I have no profound insight from all of this. Just wanted you to know why I was silent. Oh, and I have one small suggestion:
GET THE SHOT!!!