This Day – April 28, 2024

April 28, 2024

This Day

It’s been a whirlwind a week. Mountains, valleys, bridges, resets, tears, joy, excitement… all together and jumbled up and sometimes at the same time in my heart.

This day was one of reflection.

Thankfulness, answered prayers, closing doors, broken dreams, memories, amazing celebrated accomplishments…

My Daddy was born on this day in 1949. This is his 6th birthday in heaven.  I thanked Jesus for the wisdom that he spoke into me that I had to draw on this week.  I’ve been pausing my words and drawing on that wisdom for advising my adult children this week. I know there’s no tears in heaven, it says the saints pray over what they see when they look on the earth… in my mind, I hoped my Daddy was looking and praying for us this week. 

On Monday Thea’s newest schoolbooks showed up and my newest “textbook learner” excitedly dove into her new school adventure.  Lucas did the 5th and 6th grade math competency test on the computer.  My rejoicing was so high in these (the read it button doesn’t work in the test so you have to read to get a passing score). He raced for the 7th and I warned him he may need to learn some new words first – his desire to learn how to sound out math words exploded.  This was a joy moment.  

Tuesday, Thea got the stomach bug, but I thought it was “dirty fingers.”  She stayed home due to caution and Wednesday announced “no throw up all day” (there had been only for about 6 hours 3 times on Tuesday before noon, with no fever, so I was sure it was nothing) – joke on me.  

I picked Louis up from work & he was on bedrest for his back – who are we kidding?  Pain was forcing him to stay in either his chair or bed, but who likes to really be still, even if we know it’s for our future good health?

I kept getting texts about how much money each out-of-work day costs us – yes, I’ll have to pull from savings… My long-term brain is already rejoicing in September when we aren’t under an “insurmountable” monthly rent.  (It feels so insurmountable because it takes more than one person’s full month of income.)  My stress level was rising so fast and I kept trying to slow it down. This was a low day when I had to purposefully choose joy.

Wednesday, Lucas stayed home and was being a typical brother (aka “bother”) by breathing his “gross yucky-smelling burps” into his big sister’s faces.  I wouldn’t find out about this until later, but he has a crazy immune system so his “runny nose” I noticed Wednesday evening was his catching and passing of Thea’s bug.  He drinks and eats after everyone, and is usually how everyone ends up sick without him ever seeming sick…

Also Wednesday, Kimberly had her exam and since Christina wasn’t working, I got dropped off at work with just Laud.  Christina showed up needing adult advise and a sounding board.  I didn’t start working until 930 – thankfully, I am able to excuse myself for rare emergencies.  I was so thankful she felt safe enough to come to me.  So very sad with empathy for her pain.

Then Louis & I were sick Thursday night.  Mine was way faster, thankfully.  All of the other girls ended up with it starting Christina in the wee hours of Friday morning and ending with Kimberly about 2pm.  Thankfully, it skipped over Laud.  Sadness & happiness.

My little sister is showing off her amazing culinary craft this afternoon with Anastasia helping!  Super joy! Chef Rebeccah Pradenas – yes, I’m so very proud of my little sister and her awesome achievements – my Daddy is so proud too… but he expected it.  

Today, in church, everyone is returned to healthy status.  Louis, Kimberly, Jaquline, Jillian, and Lucas did first service, Christina & I served.  Christina is babysitting now.  I’m listening and writing in my journal to Jaquline.  Kimberly and Jaquline are serving.  Thea is in church service with me. She’s snuggling like she’s 2 & I’m totally okay with that.  I am so overwhelmed with the prayers, words, people that God put together to keep Christina grounded and the great friends and mentors she has around her.  I’m missing my Daddy.  I see his wisdom in various places in our lives.  I am so thankful for my amazing Daddy.  I’m so thankful my children have a loving praying father.  I’m praying for healing of the broken hearts of the young people I’ve watched grow up.  I’ve just spent an hour encouraging and praying for those few God has me helping with now.  The responsibility of life is just leaving me happy and amazed at God’s provision and tearful at the rifts I see and those I love whom I did not see today.  

Grateful joy.  Sorrowful tears.  Elated highs.  Deeper lows than I’ve ever faced.  Sympathetic pain that I can’t fathom.  Prayers like an unending stock ticker; it feels like it’s been all week.  I feel my heart in so many places and so many emotions all settling today.  Emotions all over the place from super high excitement and pride in my sister to super lows in sympathetic pain for those whose hearts are shattered. All at the same time. At times this week I was sharing my sister’s excitement and daughter’s sadness during the same times through texts.

Today, on this day and hopefully each day, I choose joy.  Jesus is my joy.  Jesus is my peace.  This was a tough parenting week; and through it all, I know only one solid thing that never fails.  Jesus never changes.  Thank you, Jesus, for never changing!  Thank you for salvation!  Thank you for heaven!  Thank you for love!  Thank you for forgiveness!

Thank you for reading!

Type at you next time!

~Nancy Tart

The Demon – (aka jab test)

March 2, 2018

The Demon (aka jab test)

Well, it ended up that the evening of the day someone broke into our van and I got sick, it wasn’t just a fever and go thing.  The fever didn’t want to go away (all my life low fever & cough might take a while, but rest, food, and a few days and it’s usually gone) and the cough felt deep and odd.  I have a sneaky feeling I’ve fought this off before (as a kid, when “sleep, hot potato soup, and pink medicine” made it disappear in a week) but at this stage in my life the distant memory of a thing called “sleep” and the vibrant energy of my work and home was not working in my favor.  Nine days and low fever, I wasn’t doing a good enough job – I needed antibiotics.

I didn’t want to go to the clinic because, although Louis thinks we have a “plan” nothing ever works in my family’s favor financially when I get hurt/sick.  So I was worried about the cost of clinic plus antibiotics.   Louis is like, the clinic is free.  (no, it was $75)  Then when I see a doctor, she’s like “we can’t help you because your O2 (oxygen) levels are too low, you have to go to the ER.” (2 pts, just 2pts!)

Really?  I was so frustrated and totally wanted another clinician’s opinion as hopefully someone would just give me the antibiotic I needed and send me home.  I did not want thousands of dollars of garbage so I could get a bottle of pills.  (I knew it was pneumonia: why couldn’t I just call old man Gower’s Drugs and get a prescription delivered to my house?  I don’t care how many release of liability forms I have to sign.)

Instead, Louis has my mom on the phone when he picks me up – and instead of trying Healing Arts for a second opinion (where I wanted to go in the first place) – it’s just ER.  (Oh, side note?  I think the O2 machine at the clinic was straight-up-kooky-dooks because my O2 levels at the ER?  94.)  Supposedly way higher than at the clinic.  No wonder the physician looked at me like I was hissing words. And have you ever done a flu “jab” test?  (I will 100% avoid the hospital FOREVER simply because of that demon – I now have a fear worse than needles! this makes my white-coat-phobia totally valid!)  After that assault, my perfectly healthy nose was bleeding, swollen, running, and the next CNA to enter asked if I had been like this for 9 days?  (HAHA, no, some dude jabbed a stick up my nose, and this eyes watering and burning, nose running, bloody discharge, is brand new.  Want to know how afraid of this place I was before this?  Now you won’t get me in IF I’m really dying.)

At least these two came in to do the one thing needed that I guess a clinic can’t do.  XRay.  Bingo, with that picture, even a laymen could see junk in half of my left lung.  Great.  The blood guy (who used to work with Louis – everyone in this town knows Louis) asks if I know why I’m here.  I’m like, yes, pretty sure what I thought was a normal cold with a cough is pneumonia.  He asks about pain.  Only in my nose.  Supposedly there’s great chest pain associated with pneumonia that I had lacked to mention (guess my body is just a unique biological specimen – maybe that’s why taking Benadryl for a few bites turns my entire body into a solid rash worse than chicken pox for a week).  Louis says I have a huge pain tolerance.

Becca, Mom, and Anastasia show up (I’m sure Becca is here just to remind me of children.) By this time they know its pneumonia the only guess is am I staying?  Another nurse does a breathing treatment, during which Becca is constantly asking me questions and I’m giving her eyes.  Anastasia sits with her Ipad and Minnie Mouse and is smiling.  Louis still looked worried.  Then we’re told, “oh, you can go home, we’re just waiting on paperwork.”  A pill for 10 days with orders to sleep and not work.  (WHO am I kidding??  That isn’t going to happen.  But I will try my best.)

So I’m home, trying to rest playing a weird game with my girls.  The perfect question pops up (this is some teen personality game for “what faction would you be in Divergent” so I do not know why this question is there) it reads “you are trapped on an island with your crush: you do… a) b) c) d) or e) relax and enjoy! You finally have some alone time!  (And this is making me laugh the entire evening away – because I’d totally be YIPPPEEEE NO PHONES because I could totally go all Swiss Family Robinson and LOVE it forever as long as my family was there.)

Thanks for reading!

Type at you next time…

~Nancy Tart

 

 

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