As a result I have been resting, sleeping (and then not sleeping at night), and watching the Olympics. (I had discovered on Monday when I was home and feeling well this new-found aspect of retirement – I could watch the Olympics throughout the day!) Today I was reminded of the miracle of the oval track. What’s that mean? I think it is a pure and simple miracle that someone can figure out how to stagger all those starting points, from inner lanes to outer lanes, so that everyone is starting from the same place. HOW do they do that? (If someone knows you probably should not attempt to explain it – I would not understand and rather like this “miracle” in my life…) I was appalled that teams from several countries would come to the Olympics to compete in badminton and then get out there and intentionally play like ugly 6 year olds. What a shame…and good for the Olympic folk for sending them packing. This morning I delighted to see women from the Middle East participating in women’s track events, covered up as many of them were – and I await the day when they are actually “in” the odds for winning. The world for all its faults, is getting better. I was hooked in to read an article on the MSN home page today… MSN and AOL, perhaps others too, have these banner “articles” designed to pull you in to read; ordinarily I resist but this was one about a poor segue on NBC last night following a piece on Gabby Douglas, gold medal winner in gymnastics. The link took me to a Fox news page…forgive me. This was the complaint: that following the piece on Gabby an ad which featured a monkey aired. I saw this. I don’t know what the ad was for (ergo an ineffective ad) but nonetheless made no leap of connection to some racist failing. The fact that Fox news linked an African American with the word “monkey” indicates racism on THEIR part in my mind. Who thinks these things??? I don’t know these people…thank GOD!
Last night in the early evening I crashed. I was feeling light headed so I was concerned that I was not drinking enough (although it seemed like I was drinking like a drunken sailor – water, iced tea, juice), and when I went to put on my jammies I nearly took a header. I was feeling that thing none of us like…vulnerable. To my credit I called a friend and asked for a prayer. Tears flowed for a bit and I quieted. Today when I got to see my primary care doc she suggested I give thought to elective surgery some time when I was not having a flare up. Talk about vulnerable. The hospital…having little or no control…exposed. I need to work up my courage on this.
I am nonetheless, so very grateful. Grateful for the doctor who slotted me in on Wednesday, had me come back yesterday to see how I was doing, and made the appointment for me to see my doctor today. While my doctor seemed to indicate the multiple visits had been over-kill, I felt cared for. I am grateful for Wendy who called and prayed for me. I am grateful for progress in our world and for the outstanding sportsmanship displayed by nearly all of the athletes competing in London. It has been an interesting several days. I am a grateful girl.