God's Stubborn Child

Things have been very busy this past few days.

Spent almost one entire day on a flat tire incident - well, it was five hours. Tire blew on the way home from an early round of errands; called the nephew to be sure I wouldn't ruin the rim if I drove home verrrrrry slowly (less than half a mile) to call roadside help from my driveway. Managed that without ruining the rim; called the roadside help place; fellow came over an hour later; couldn't fix tire; the "donut" in the trunk had holes in it. We just got this car off a lot about 3 months ago; never checked the spare. Tow guy had to leave. Had to call neighbor to take me to cheap used tire shop for a spare; they put the spare on and I got back home. Re-called the tow guy. Another hour, and he put the new-used-tire on for me.

Next day, had my first primary care doctor's visit in five years, early in the morning. I guess there was a reason I finally got in there - blood pressure is 170/90. Scared both me and the Doc. He put me on meds right away. I tried to get him to let me do it through food and gentle exercise but he said that, at my age and at that high a reading, he had to go with the meds. If it comes down well enough, we can try dropping it and try doing it on my own.

Both incidents wore me out. I know that it doesn't sound that awful, but I get more worn out by "unexpected" things than by everyday tasks no matter how trying or tiring or hard they are. Change my routine and you wear me out (sigh).

Anyhow, looking back on it, I see that we needed to deal with getting a really good spare, and it was better to happen less than a mile from home, than farther away where it was hard to do all that waiting and then not even have anyone I knew nearby to help me find a place to buy that used tire. Thank you, Lord!

And, looking back, it was surely good timing that I got those meds, hopefully, in time, to try to simmer down my blood pressure before the worst happened. Even if I did try to resist getting the meds. Again, Thank you, Lord!

I think, sometimes, God must shake his head at this stubborn Polish broad.

Father, I truly do thank you for your help, even if I don't recognize it as help at the time you offer it. Please continue to help me, especially when I am resisting, because it seems that those times are when I need your help the most.