Hello everyone and welcome to the 69th segment of my fictional story, When Life Hands You Lymes!
I’m happy to be home now (we got back in the middle of the night) and hopefully it won’t take me long to settle back into normal life (what’s that, anyway?), and after I do get settled back in I’ll be back to my normal blogging schedule and I’ll be able to share with you all about Aruba!
The drive to the doctor’s was long and I was a grump. Poor Mom. Sometimes I wonder how she’s survived living with me the whole time I’ve been sick. I drive myself nuts, I’m not sure how anyone else handles me.
Finally I shut my eyes and put my earbuds in, determined to crawl into my little shell and remain there until I could emerge a happy, cheerful person.
God, I’m not sure what’s going on here. I felt a deep sigh fighting to get out but I didn’t give it room, I wasn’t going to feel sorry for myself. It would be really neat if this doctor that we’re going to could actually give me answers, but I’m scared to hope for a solution. It seems like I’ve been sick for such an impossibly long time and I’m so tired of it. I grimaced, realizing I was complaining again. When had I let myself slide into the habit of fussing about my life? Not cool.
“Thank you for diving me to the doctor, Mom.” Even though I didn’t feel thankful, I figured I could fake it until I made it. Or something like that.
“You’re welcome.” Mom reached over and gave my leg a little squeeze. “Why don’t you turn the CD player on? I think I have an audio book in and we can listen to it together.”
“Alright.” I turned it on and then settled back as a masculine voice began reading It’s Not About Me by Max Lucado. It wasn’t long until I was caught up in the book and I had to apologize to God for all the times I had made it about me. Sometimes my view of the world was so clouded that I acted like the world revolved around me and like it was everyone’s duty to make my life easier since it wasn’t fair that I was sick. Sometimes my attitude embarrass even me.
“Why don’t we stop and get something to eat now? Our appointment is in two hours and we’re only a little bit more than half an hour away from the doctor’s office.” Mom’s voice broke into the audio book.
I reached up and put the audio on pause. “What a second, we’re almost there already?” I felt my insides get a little bit shaky. “I’m still not sure how good of an idea this is.” Who knows why I was stalling, but I was.
“You’re kidding, right?” Mom stopped at a traffic light and gave me a incredulous look. “You do realize that I wouldn’t be driving you here if I didn’t think it was a good idea, right? There’s no getting away from it now.”
“Such words of comfort and hope.” I said the words in a melodramatic voice but smiled anyway. “Ok. So, we’re going to get our results and what happens next?”
“First off I’m not sure if we’ll be getting any results today.” Mom turned into Chick-Fil-A and parked the car. “We’ll be getting signed in and she’ll draw your blood, ask you questions, that kind of thing. Then when we come back next month we’ll get our results.”
“Back next month?” I smiled. “This is going to be an adventure.” Or at least I hoped it would be.