I was fully intending to get back to painting today, but I awoke to find myself in a new predicament. I’m undergoing a problem many patients encounter several days after surgery. I don’t wish to articulate it specifically, for it a personal problem, a problem beyond the personal boundaries I usually nudge in this blog. But this morning I’ve had the fight of my life. I’ve marched, sat, paced, sweated, and talked to our Lord very sincerely for the last five hours and there has been no decision.
Ashley has made two trips, first to the health food store and now to the drug store. I wrote the words in a letter for her to read a nurse at the UT Medical Center, words no husband wants to ever to have to his lovely wife repeat. If my jaws weren’t surgically attached, I would say them myself but I can’t. I can’t do anything, and that is the problem.
I’m going to regret I ever wrote this post I know it. But it may be the only work I get done all day.