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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Short post today.

Went to the doctor AGAIN this morning...I'M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED!!!! I told the doctor that I was tired of seeing him that he HAD TO GET ME WELL! Did the chest x-ray thing and drew blood. Chest x-ray ok, but white blood count -- WAY WAY UP! Real high--- on more meds...
Since I didn't post yesterday... here's a short one today.

I received this e-mail from a friend of mine here at work... just wanted to share...

HOSPITAL WINDOW

A great note for all to read and change your thinking

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their
baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully
in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Proudly Brought to You by Dixie 9:15 AM


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Blogger Bond said ... (10/12/2006 1:22 PM) : 

Yes LeeAnn... this is so so true...

I know I complain about my world, but I hope that I spend twice as much time encouraging my friends to overcome their world...

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (10/12/2006 2:05 PM) : 

From the mind of Meribah:

I hope you start to feel better real soon, Dixie! It's no fun being in pain all the time.
I agree, life is a gift. We should always be thankful for the blessings we have, and do our part to make life just a little bit easier for others. After all, we're in this together! Hugs to you! (But no gropes! LOL)

 

Blogger Dixiechick said ... (10/12/2006 3:55 PM) : 

Bond ~ Meri I always try to remember that there is someone in a much worse situtation that I am. That things could be a WHOLE lot worse.

*runs around Bond and gets a fast Grope on Meri* ;-)

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (10/12/2006 5:39 PM) : 

From the mind of Meribah:

Sheesh! And to think I thought I was safe back here! Waaay to protect me from the groping women, Bond! LOL :P

 

Blogger Bond said ... (10/13/2006 8:24 AM) : 

Well dang... How come I didn't get no grope????

Sheesh...

and anyway Meri..I was groping you too! WOOOWOOWOWOOWOOWOOO

 

Blogger Dixiechick said ... (10/13/2006 8:40 AM) : 

GROPES, GROPES, GROPES... WOOOOOO

*and a pop on the old onion too!!*

 

Blogger Angell said ... (10/13/2006 12:04 PM) : 

Ok get this out of the way -

SMOOCHES AND GROPES TO ALL AROUND.
(and popping Bond on his onion too just so he feels special).

DIXIE - get better baby!! That story is so good for encouragement and a reminder that other people do have it worse than us - although when we're going through it it's tough to remember.

Luv y'all more than Anndi's luggage (and the duck's feathers)

 

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