It feels like I haven't slept in ages. I broke a nail at work. It broke because I dropped a stack of 10 plates. Does anyone know what that sounds like? It's very loud. But how proud am I? I didn't swear when I did it! I said "Dang it". Really. It has been a week of training new people, working as a cook, flashing parking lots, learning about pressure ulcers, cleaning up vomit, talking to old friends, snow in April, eating nothing nutritious, and longing for a nap.
Found out last night that one of my very dearest friends a from a few years back, has cancer. Talk about shocking. Kind of a testimony that the Lord hands out tough stuff to his strong ones. This person is one of the strongest, happiest, most Christlike people I have ever known, and it breaks my heart to know that he must be suffering so much. Even though medicine these days can do so much, and maybe "it could be worse", but really, when it comes down to it, what a heavy cross to carry. It really put things into perspective for me.
So today, before I go home and take my nap, I wanted to start my blog. And I wanted to start it off by saying that life really is--in spite of vomit, lack of sleep, weight fluctuation, being overworked and underpaid, missing the good old days, and unfortunate embarrassments--pretty damn wonderful.
Eatin' Good in the Neighborhood
15 years ago
