Ya know, its times like these, when you’ve been awake for 24 hours straight with a debilitating migraine, and you’re fresh from the doctors with a butt-cheek full of narcotics and a belly-full of painkillers that you feel the urge to count your blessings.  Either that, or the urge to pass out…I’m still trying to work out which…so in the mean time I’ll just count blessings.  They are better for your mood and a lot less noisy than sheep.

     Today, I had phone calls from a lot of people, all wondering how I was doing, most of them wanting to come and visit or set up a social call or get-together.  When they found out my state, every last one of them expressed concern and sympathy.  They also reminded me that if I needed anything, I could call.

     My friend, Sue, brought over an OTC migraine remedy, and lunch.  My oldest son looked around and found several things that needed doing in the house, and did them for me.  Both of my sons took up phone answering duties and kept things quiet and dark, and made sure my water glass didn’t get empty.  My neighbor, Jim drove me to the Urgent Care so I could get the good drugs.  Marna brought over dinner for my children.

     All of this is really good, but what’s even better, is that these are just the first people I called.  Had they been unable to help me…I could have called somewhere north of a dozen people and most of them would have dropped whatever they were doing, and come to help.

     My head still hurts a little, but I’ve got a butt cheek full of narcotics, a belly full of painkillers, and a heart full of gratitude…so the pain just isn’t going to last long against all of that.