I'm a sickie.

This isn't supposed to happen, I don't get sick. Alright, technically I am sick. I do not, however, have a fever or congestion or mucus coming out my ears. I have a sore throat/dry cough and the teensiest bit of sinus pressure, so I am only sick in the least sense. Of course, this is only the second day of said sickness, so we'll just see won't we.

In other news, Doc is out of town again, not to return until mid-April. (Oh, joy.) At my previous appointment, a last minute dealie in the week between his coming and going, he said I have an attachment disorder. He wasn't at all clear on what that meant or how to fix it, so I had to do most of the follow-up on Google (I won't bore you with details. If you must know, go look it up.) but that wasn't much help beyond the definition.

In other, other news, I may have caught John in a mistake. On the website 'desiringgod.org' there is a Q&A radio program called "Ask Pastor John" where people can send in questions to be answered on the air. One particular question was, "Is smoking a sin?" Now, part of the answer John gives is that if he knew that a member of his church smoked, he'd ask them about it. Here's where the slip comes in. When I was on my way to church one Sat, he saw me smoking (which I usually do on the way to a situation I know will be stressful; church, rehearsal, Doc's.) And I know he saw me because we said hello. But he hasn't said anything about it to me, nobody has.

I'm not doing anything about it right now because he's a busy man and the incident probably got lost in the day-to-day. If it happens again, though, I'll be ready to call him on it.

a reason for everything

I called Doc today to set up an appointment and his voicemail said he'd be out of the office from the 10th to the 18th. So if I'd called on the 4th like I'd planned, he wouldn't have been able to see me until now anyway.

Hang on a sec.....

I went into my room just now because I heard a kind of metallic 'twang...twang' and found my cat Dizzy up on top of the cage I keep my pet mice in. The first words out of my mouth were a drawn out OMG! in complete disbelief because, if you recall, Dizzy is the one who has a birth defect that inhibits the signals from his brain to always get to the correct muscles, so he walks like he's drunk. In addition to this, the cage isn't directly accessible to any stable surface. He had to climb over my clock radio and under my bedside lamp, and did this without knocking anything over. When I caught him in the act he tried to get away. I grabbed him and put him back on the cage and gave him a stern talking to, as well as a swat on the behind. That doesn't mean he won't do it again though.

Now, where was I? Ah yes, coincidences that aren't. In Acts 1:7 it says, “It is not for you to know times or seasons that the Father has fixed by his own authority." Basically, the good things God means for you (providential coincidence) will happen when they happen. It's not for you to know until they do. Sometimes they may look like totally random events that no one could've seen coming (no human anyway), but God knows. Besides, I've found that we humans don't often predict good things. Rather they're often the bilious and sour stormings of a rampant cynic and doomsayer.

Censored

My dad's been reading my older posts. Yikes! I don't remember half of what I wrote way back there, but enough of it is so overly dramatic it's a bit embarrassing. Granted I was going through a rough spot (like the one I'm going through now) but sometimes even I want to scream at myself, "Get over it!"

Of course, I remember what it felt like then. As I said, I'm going through it now. I can't seem to learn my lesson and may have stepped in it again. I need to call Doc before my overly-emotional self does something potentially stupid to try and 'fix' the potentially stupid thing I have already done.

And Dad, if you're reading this, it's not the issue I was going through on Friday (remember you made sure I emptied my desktop trash?), it's something else. Ask me about it when I get home. I need to tell someone (but not just anyone), which is probably why I'll call Doc tomorrow. I had planned to wait until the 9th or 10th to see if I really needed to see him, but I don't know if I can make it that long keeping this to myself.

And Dad, you know from my earlier posts I can be a tad dramatic, so I wouldn't worry. I doubt it's as bad as I think. It just feels that way. Like not eating anything for breakfast, then downing a bottle of Mountain Dew.