I wake up at 7:30 a.m. and inject myself. As I said Sunday, when you are sticking yourself, you just have to do it. I did, and it was really no big deal. Glad Grandma did it the day before though so I would know how big of a deal it wasn't. I get ready and head to work. I go about my day and look forward to the evening... no NOT because we are doing something for Valentine's Day; it is not a big deal in our home, sadly. I will go to my friend Nia's this evening and hang out with her and my Godson, Liam. Nia had her a little over two weeks ago, and her husband is working alot.
The only problem is that afternoon I get chills and achy. I spend Valentine's night in the ER because I have to make sure it is not a reaction to the injections or that I don't have to stop taking the injections. Turns out it is just a little virus and nothing that would keep me from continuing. YAY! Good stinkin night.
Over the years, I see we all really change for better or worse, in small ways, daily, and noticeable ways over longer periods of time, becoming more hardened or free. Maybe I can give my kids or even myself, encouragement in trusting that whatever good or bad we face, God will be the King of our daily morph... He can use it all to His glory...
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