That’s Better!
Author: Jesus is for the Wounded
Believer in Jesus Christ, Extension Master Gardener, and retired Occupational Therapist. I'm madly in love with and proud of my husband, Mechanical Engineer and Private Pilot: Steve! I invite you to "FOLLOW" my story of the Lord's work in my life at www.justjuliewrites.com
Not all goats can be my friend
I finally figured out what kept me in neurotoxin distress for the better part of two days: guyere goat cheese! Turns out that this particular type of goat cheese is made with microbial rennet. According to Wiki,
these molds are produced in a fermenter and then specially concentrated and purified to avoid contamination with unpleasant byproducts of the mold growth. At the present state of scientific research, governmental food safety organizations such as the European Food Safety Authority deny QPS (Qualified Presumption of Safety) status to enzymes produced especially by these molds. The flavor and taste of cheeses produced with microbial rennets tend towards some bitterness, especially after longer maturation periods.[3]
Great. Cheese that is unsafe in Europe is o.k. in the great United States of America. I rarely ate goat cheese until I was put on a special diet to control “neuromuscular events.” The first 3 weeks on this diet have been challenging due to limited and exotic food choices yet it appeared to be helping some. Then consumption of guyere goat cheese put this mold sensitive gal with Lyme Disease in a neurological crisis for about 5 hours on Wednesday and another 5 hours on Thursday! I know that I am sensitive to mold but had no idea that I should search for it and avoid it in food. Lord have mercy!
Today was a recovery day, waking up because of a four-minute seizure attack, difficulty breathing, and a splitting headache in the middle of the night. Or maybe I should say that after a lot more sleep, today was a recovery day. Turns out I might not have turned off the wireless router correctly late last night. Sometimes that bothers the symptoms of Lyme so we always turn it off at night. I finally started feeling better around 4:30 p.m. after a good cry. Gratefully my sister-in-law asked to chat on the phone and brought out the best in me; finally showered at 7:00 p.m. Later I got to meet my husband’s son Daniel’s sweet date, Erin, and have my own date with my hubby to Office Depot and the post office. This is huge, gang. Running errands with my buddy is a treat lately . . .
I don’t really blame the goat for this setback. That scrawny creature didn’t add mold to it’s milk for me to get sick on it. Somebody out there probably loves microbial rennet. I’m just frustrated. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
He’s kinda cute in a way . . .
You Can Laugh at Anything but not Everything
Case Scenario #1
Husband helps his wife dispense a glass of water out of two-tiered water dispenser in the kitchen of some friends’ home during a New Year’s Day party. Wife cautions her engineer husband to be careful as he tips the dispenser forward to get the water flowing. Upper bottle suddenly becomes dislodged from the base, spilling 4 GALLONS OF WATER OVER THE WIFE AND THE FLOOR!!! Mass chaos ensues as some scamper for towels for the floor then eventually for the wife. Moments later I am outfitted in some cute-but-too-short sweats and socks while my jeans and warm fuzzy socks head to the dryer. My shock at the incident lasts for hours afterward as I wasn’t feeling good in the first place. Overall, I am glad we made it to the party and the hostess was very gracious. I think we broke the water dispenser, though.
Case Scenario #2
Seizure attack episode ramps up then subsides as I decide to take my Epsom salt and baking soda hot bath today. The soak was uneventful as I later drained the tub intending to take a shower and get going for the day — after all, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon! For some reason I am immobilized and unable to get out of the tub for a long time. My mind goes numb, I have trouble initiating more than one step of a task at a time, and I can’t seem to call or knock on something for help. This is Chronic Lyme Disease and its complications. Husband comes to my rescue and helps me get myself together with a little coaching from his occupational therapist wife on how to perform a tub transfer. Flawless execution ensues. More time passes before my coordinated movement returns and allows me to make my special diet/lunch at 6:00 p.m. or so. I’m now very hungry and thirsty! Food and drink revive me. I think I’m moving a bit slower than normal, though.
So which one did you laugh at? In the end, the second one was the most humorous for me. Seriously! The difference was the attitude of my husband. An hour under the covers, recovering from a bath misadventure can be delightful between husband and wife no matter the details. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective and I love it when Steve and I connect with the same perspective. Maybe next time we will be “on the same page” so to speak when the water breaks loose. This time, the bath water won, for sure.
(No honey, I’m menopausal not pregnant! Gotcha!)
After the Wedding
Many Christian weddings call upon the Apostle Paul’s marvelous description of love to help us know what love really looks like. Sound familiar?
1 Corinthians 13
New International Version (NIV)
13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
When you see love in action, you know that it truly exists. While love is the hallmark of God’s gift of marriage, we know that it exists in many other relationships too. I must write that I have seen it again today like so many days these past five years. To see love as created by God himself, is to fully be alive. To feel loved by another, is to know that God exists. To love in return, is what I can do to say thank you. To love before I see it, before I feel it, before I can give it, is to become an instrument of the Lord. All are humbling and wonderful.
Today was a particularly difficult day. More noxious symptoms occurred than usual and many continue at this moment. And yet I feel no less loved than any other day from my beloved husband, Steve Horney. He is my Jesus with skin on today and for that I am more than grateful. I . . . I . . . I . . . All I can say is thank you and I love you too!
If you were not in my life, my dear Stevers, I would have my Heavenly Husband to help me through this day. He knows what days this has been true in my past and what days He will be my Rock in the future. Wow. Today I have both. God is good. All the time. God is good.
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
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