Asking for Major Prayers
I don't know if anybody still reads this, but if they do:
I am asking for prayers, good vibes, good thoughts, good juju, etc.
My operation to remove this malfunctioning pacemaker is scheduled on Tuesday morning. I'm supposed to be at the hospital at 5am. We all know that I am a night person .
As long as everything works out, I've got somebody taking me to get my PCR COVID test on Saturday. Then, the person who is taking care of Niblet is going to pick up Radar on Sunday since she can't be in the operation room. I should have a ride to my hotel in Houston on Monday, and a ride from my hotel to the hospital on Tuesday.
Satan tries to play mind tricks with me putting ideas in my mind that I can live like this because I've been doing it. That's not true, though. I'm staying I've and talking to people, but I not "living.". I need all of the horrible symptoms gone and that is going to happen by having the pacemaker removed.
(Niblet and Radar are my dogs - Niblet is being taken care of by a friend while I'm a hotel because poor baby now has kidney disease and couldn't manage to hold his bowels when I had him and because he doesn't feel good, he would bark at other dogs - it's his warning to them, but I didn't know what was wrong until my friend took him to the vet and that's what we found out. Yes, they are both service dogs, but Niblet's service to me is something I CAN manage without - he's an allergy alert dog . . and I don't know if I'll end up with another one of those eventually or if Radar will learn them or if allergies will get better . . . while Radar is a PTSD and anxiety dog who also thinks she's a mobility helper).
I am asking for prayers, good vibes, good thoughts, good juju, etc.
My operation to remove this malfunctioning pacemaker is scheduled on Tuesday morning. I'm supposed to be at the hospital at 5am. We all know that I am a night person .
As long as everything works out, I've got somebody taking me to get my PCR COVID test on Saturday. Then, the person who is taking care of Niblet is going to pick up Radar on Sunday since she can't be in the operation room. I should have a ride to my hotel in Houston on Monday, and a ride from my hotel to the hospital on Tuesday.
Satan tries to play mind tricks with me putting ideas in my mind that I can live like this because I've been doing it. That's not true, though. I'm staying I've and talking to people, but I not "living.". I need all of the horrible symptoms gone and that is going to happen by having the pacemaker removed.
(Niblet and Radar are my dogs - Niblet is being taken care of by a friend while I'm a hotel because poor baby now has kidney disease and couldn't manage to hold his bowels when I had him and because he doesn't feel good, he would bark at other dogs - it's his warning to them, but I didn't know what was wrong until my friend took him to the vet and that's what we found out. Yes, they are both service dogs, but Niblet's service to me is something I CAN manage without - he's an allergy alert dog . . and I don't know if I'll end up with another one of those eventually or if Radar will learn them or if allergies will get better . . . while Radar is a PTSD and anxiety dog who also thinks she's a mobility helper).