Well, I've been sick for four weeks and have now crossed over into feeling sorry for myself. I started new meds this week and while my sinus, lungs, cough, etc. are improving, I have some med side effects. I am starting to go into the dumps. I had to cancel Hospice pet therapy earlier in the week because of being ill, but wanted to try and get visits in this week, so I set them for yesterday (Friday). I really was not in the mood to groom the dog for an hour and a half or go out in the drizzle, but I had made the commitment and I needed to get out of my funk. So I got Joey ready (he had been a little neglected since I have been ill, so grooming took closer to two hours), packed up and off to my visits.
My first visit, made me take a good look at my current mood/state. The spouse of the person I was visiting said that after I left last time, the patient said, "I'm glad Joey was here, he warms my heart". Wow! Sometimes God has to hit you with a "ton of bricks" to snap you out of it! We continued with a great visit. When I was preparing to leave, the patient said, "I wish Joey could stay, he makes me feel good".
I know this little story may seem insignificant, but for me it is encouragement to go on.
