It was the Apostle Paul who wrote; "O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?". Omitting the "w" that is where I have been these last several hours. I am having a brief respite this early morning. Hopeful it will last.
Early yesterday afternoon this plague swept upon me. I went, in an hour, from having an enjoyable visit with my friend, James Bell, to not caring whether I lived or died. It was like my body decided to unload everything remotely resembling food or liquid. It came in waves. Soon my stomach muscles felt like I had done about fifty push ups. Ann was doing all she could to resupply me with pans. Let me tell you i retched until there was nothing left. This morning I want my cup of coffee but am fearful this old body will reject it.
Sunday I took Ann to the hospital with similar problems. She stayed a part of three days and that was too short a time for her. She was equally as sick as I have been (hopefully past tense). Now, I am wondering what happens next.
It is always interesting how plans can be quickly adjusted. Things that seemed vitally important really are not. Well, that's where we are this morning. I am getting some signals that all is not well.Have a nice day!
