OK - vented about men, and I will again, but now I will vent about doctors. My doctor is playing me or he is a jerk. He tells me he will make me better everytime I see him and everytime I get sicker. But I know I am not the only one - just look around nursing homes! My friend's mother-in-law and I seem to have a competition these days as to who gets admitted the most - sadly for us all, she is winning. It is bad that even in a nursing home, she keeps being sent to the hospital. And myself, all I need is the removal of a hiatal hernia - how hard is that? ARGGGGGGGG

I used to think I was a miserable woman, that marriage sucked and all that bla bla, but now I am finding out that all women have the same marital issues. Definitely must be a man/woman kind of thing, some glitch in that rib God took from Adam, it just doesn't fit right LOL...oh well, bordom breeds funny thoughts LOL

Since my last post, I spent time in the hospital again! I fear this becoming my life, but I will NOT let it. There is an answer out there, I just have to wait for it to be found.
I worry for my friend who is going through difficult times. She is so sweet, gentle, yet so vulnerable. But I know she is strong in spirit and hopefully she knows I am here trying to uplift her the best I can. However, it is somewhat difficult, when I know my health problems are part of her dealings. Time will find us through to the other side, but time can take so long when one waits...waits...waits...yeah, you get the idea. Oh well, again, there is always tomorrow and if not, so be it.

I often wonder how people make it through the hard times in life without God. Right now, my dear friend Deb is going through a difficult transit time, her mother-in-law needs some type of assisted living arrangements, and life is difficult at home and with her job (isn't it always that way with a job!). I ponder my own weeds - difficult health issues and family struggles. How do people get through it without faith??? For me, without my faith, I would just give it all up and find a well supplied syphon of alcohol and drink my pain away - why else would I want to go on, try, or care? Life would make no sense. But, for my faith, I know life is not always the prime piece of real estate we all want. I know there are going to be weeds, many of them, but I know, with my faith, I can pluck through the weeds and find myself right back at the beautiful beginning, my God, my faith, the savior of my soul!