Obedience.

 After a short break, I've returned, crooked, stiff fingers pounding away on a keyboard with no rhyme or reason. Back in High School I learned how to type the correct way, but with hands and fingers doing their own thing now, I've modified my typing style, as I'm sure many of you have. Been busy lately doing many different things, usually not planned, but necessary. Doctor appointments, some planned, some not, but all resulting in satisfactory outcomes. I've decided to replace bad knee #2, just because it hurts more than bad knee #1. During the pre-op tests (nose swap, tinkle and electrocardiogram) they discovered some staph thing going on in my nose, resulting in cream on a Q-Tip, up each nostril three times a day for five days. Okay, slightly irritating, but doable. But also, shower for five days in a row and soap up everywhere but head with special liquid soap that doesn't really suds up and feels one feeling dirtier after. Grrr... Done, but not happily. I did it, and hope this takes care of the staph. Now the electrocardiogram came back with a slight blip in the works. They did a second one and the same blip came through. The anesthesiologist didn't like the result, apparently, they want to make sure I'm not going to fly from this earth half-way through the operation, so they ordered up an echocardiogram to get a better look at the heart. Sure enough, I have what laymen call a leaky valve, or myocarditis in real language. The tech called it a medium concern case, not to worry, they don't do anything at this point unless it gets worse. No dizziness bending down? None. Shortness of breath? No. She doesn't think this will stop my knee replacement. Yay! So that's my story and I'm going to stick to it as long as I can, lol! Which is interesting, since the last few days of readings on the days of Lent have had to do with obedience, albeit Bossuet was talking about religious following legitimate orders from their superiors, I still was able to incorporate much of what I read into my life (being a third order Franciscan obligates me, anyway), in just doing what the nurses and doctors are telling me to do. God loves obedience. If we obey our religious superiors, or in my case, anyone in charge of me, I'm actually obeying God in a most wonderful way, since He has but these people in my life for my good, and His Glory. I'll continue to listen and do what I must. God is in charge. Jesus and Mary, watch over me!

Today, the raising of Lazurus, even the dead (or sleeping) obey our Lord.