::sigh::
Faithful readers, the last month has been a long one. The last week has been physically and emotionally draining. A week ago today, my husband stayed home with a stomach virus for half the day. He stayed home for a couple of days (including his birthday and Valentines' Day) while the virus cleared up. Thursday night, he had his appetite back and we shared some Vietnamese cuisine, which he actually managed to keep down. However, he woke me up at 1:30 Friday morning clutching his belly and groaning while asking me to look up appendicitis. A few hours later, we had an affirmation of Andrew's amateur diagnosis, and a few laparoscopic hours later than that, he was in and out of surgery, waiting for a proper recovery room. While I'm thankful to have been able to take my husband home that same day, I wish I could say Sarah Watson had been able to do the same. Jim - LU English prof and our church's rector - had gall bladder surgery the same day, in the same hospital, with the same surgeon, but he is still in the hospital recovering.
::takes breath::
While this was all going on, Andrew and I needed to begin packing up our apartment to move into our house, which we were scheduled to close on Thursday the 21srt. Today, we got a call from the realtor saying that due to some financial problems on the seller's end, we won't be closing quite that soon. Of course, I've been packing already, so we have boxes all over the living room. And because Andrew and I have been trying to be on top of everything (and Andrew can't lift anything heavier than 5 pounds), Andrew has already had our utilities, etc. on a schedule to be switched over to the house beginning Monday. In addition, the Super Prepared Duncalfes have already petitioned everybody they know to bring trucks, trailers, and strapping young men to their apartment this Saturday morning to help us move. So to say that moving the closing date has put a hitch in our giddyup would be something of an understatement.
::deep breath::
All that said, God has really been so faithful to each of our needs in such obvious and overwhelming ways lately - from Andrew's surgery to church members and friends stepping in to help us before we'd even asked to the fact that we are even able to afford a house to begin with. So I know that I have to trust that everything will work out for the best, for His glory. Therefore, I will take my tired husband to bed and hope that things will look much brighter in the morning.
Good night, faithful readers. (and good luck?)
6 comments:
I'm glad Andrew's OK, though I'm sure you didn't need the extra drama this month! Buying and moving into a new house is always quite, um, fraught with adventure, but completely satisfying in the end. Congratulations!
It is so exciting -first home and all that. But I'd sooner take less adventure in favor of more predictability.(story of my life...)
I would say: you go girl! but I think you've already been going - and I think that's an understatement too.
so - here's hoping you and Andrew can rest and that at the end of those deep breaths is a new home - unpacked and a routine fraught with peace :-)
good providence ;-]
Hey, let us know if you need anything at all... like extra hands to simply pack. Are we still on for moving this Saturday? We missed you last week... :)
I don't know if you remember me from LU, but maybe the terrible grammar will jog your memory...sorry! Anyway, I found your blog on Sarah Jo's page and happened to read this entry. I figure I'd add my own sugery experience on this day. I had my gallbladder taken out too. My surgen says he does between 1 and 3 gallbladder surgeries a day. Crazy! I am also glad Andrew's feeling better, and I hope things have calmed down some for you.
Of course I remember you, Anita. (and your grammar looks great) :)
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