Friday, March 7, 2008
Go On . . . I'm Not Here Anymore!

Just to remind those who are creatures of habit, I am not here anymore. From now on and forever you can find me here.

Go on! Update your feeds. Update bloglines. Update whatever you need to update.

The excitement, the thanks, the fearlessness has taken off for new digs, and you don't want to miss a bit of it.

Follow me here!

You should be gone now.

On His Adventure~

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Thursday, March 6, 2008
Thursday Thanks Tank #94 -- Go See My New Home
I'm still not completely well. I still cannot hear a thing out of my right ear. Yet, still will I praise Him for what the Lord has done for me. I have so many blessings. So, let's get at it and start filling that tank! Here's how God has chosen to do it:

  • Giving me a husband who treats me with tender and loving care fit for a princess. He is so good to me. The gallons of cherry limeade I've imbibed in the past two weeks are testimony in and of themselves!
  • Rest. I have needed it, and thanks to the fact that God has not chosen for me to work at this time has given me the privilege of taking time each day to recuperate and get better.
  • His Word. I finished the Beth Moore Bible Study this week, and it brought to light so much from Scripture that I had somehow to this point missed.
  • Praise. Our church service this past Sunday was absolutely God-driven! What a fantastic way to come together and praise His name! I am thankful for God's presence in praise.
  • Health. Yes, I have a bit of a hearing impairment right now. Yes, it is inconvenient. Yet, it is not life-threatening, and I am very grateful to be relatively pain free as I type this right now. God is good to me, and I never want to take that for granted.
  • Creativity. I've been tooling around with a new template lately and finally feel ready to reveal it to the masses. Please find your way to my new site here. From tomorrow on, all my new posting will show up there. You can still come to visit my archives here, but I am not going to be here anymore after today!
So, head on over to my new site and leave me a comment as to how God is choosing to fill your tank this week, or just come over to look around and let me know you've visited and found my new home. I'll be hosting a housewarming in the next couple days, so you can bring your coffee or tea, and I'll have the cookies to go with it.

Keep on moving forward fearlessly, friends! 

Have a thanks-filled day! I know I will.

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  Pam fearlessly posted at 3/06/2008 09:39:00 AM  
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
75% Better . . . and I'll Take It
I left my house today . . . and it wasn't to go visit the Doctor!!

Went to church this morning.

Good and bad decision. I decided this after the first song began blaring in my head.

Imagine you are Ariel from Little Mermaid, thrust back to life under the sea -- yet you are still a human.

That's my situation right now. I am getting sound in my ear, but it all sounds like it is "Under the Sea." When the choir began to sing this morning, I wanted to cry from the cacophony of sound rattling around in my head.

Thankfully Libbyline came and joined us, which caused us to find a seat further back. In addition, we sat next to a friend who is a doctor.

That miracle man suggested I put some cotton in my ear for protection/insulation from the sound. No cotton handy, but a clean piece of white tissue did the trick. I was able to tolerate, no, enjoy the rest of the service and hear God speak through the songs and the sermon. What a powerful day of God showing up!

That was only the beginning.

After that we headed for a family lunch and then I proceeded to collapse in bed for a much-needed respite.

DP woke me up in time to let the bed wrinkles subside somewhat from my face while we got ready to go to an unexpected treat he'd discovered while on a jaunt with the kids yesterday.

We had the pleasure of sitting under the ministry and music of Shaun Groves tonight at a local college event. We thoroughly enjoyed his concert and had a chance to talk with him afterwards about our sponsorship of Juana through Compassion.

If you haven't gone to his site as a result of all Shannon has shared via her trip to Uganda with Shaun and a number of others, please head on over and check out some of his archives regarding his work with Compassion. God is changing lives, and He is using Shaun as a messenger to do so. Pray with him and for him if you feel led. We sure do.

So, I am feeling about 75% better than I did all last week.

I am still easily tired and really looking forward to getting back on dry land in the hearing department, but God is so good. I certainly cannot complain when I would rather praise Him for all He has done for me.

So, I will praise Him for:
He is worthy to be praised!!

On His Adventure~


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  Pam fearlessly posted at 3/02/2008 10:21:00 PM  
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This is the Day . . .

"This is the day the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalm 118:24 (NIV)

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  Pam fearlessly posted at 3/02/2008 09:17:00 AM  
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Friday, February 29, 2008
Levels of Humiliation
Still feeling like something you'd probably throw out of your refrigerator as too old or no longer useful for consumption.

At the risk of sounding as gross as some of the "poopy" mama bloggers (and you know who they are) , I no longer feel like I have much left to offer that hasn't been blown out in a kleenex or oozed out of my ear onto an ugly t-shirt covering my pillow case.

Quick update, then I'll explain Savion Glover's visit to my blog today. Certainly he is a man "without fear, " so he came dancin' for me today.

Anyway, I am attempting tongue in cheek humor in order to put a "happy" spin on the fact that as soon as I finish this post I must head back to my bed for the sixth day in a row.

Yesterday was a day of no relief from the constant drainage mingled with bouts of pain, nausea, dizziness and all over malaise (don't know why I love that word, but I do.) Bear with me here. You are my only contact with the outside world while everyone is at work and school.

So, what's a girl to do when she's still sick and needs to get better in order to efficiently take care of her family? Go back to the doctor. Yes, I did.

What did he do? Looked in my ear and said, "Boy, that still looks really red in there. I'm not sure why it's still draining so much, but we can give you a stronger antibiotic to see if that will help."

I'm thinkin' . . . well, that might work, but the first one hasn't done much. Where's the prescription?

He says, "We'll give you a shot of Rocephin. The nurse will be in to administer it in a moment."

WHAT!?!?!?! A shot?!!? Mamas don't get shots. Mamas hold their babies and toddlers while they get shots. Mamas cry along with their babies and toddlers and tell them how the shot will keep them from getting sick in the first place and this is for their own good and all that.

I am thinking to myself in the extraordinarily long time it took three minutes to pass that I might just hightail it out of the back door while the nurse is preparing said shot for this mama's bum. Yes, the humiliation dips further.

I had to go to the doctor a second time. I had to have DP drive me because my equilibrium has relegated me to one equal to a .08 BAC (that's blood alcohol content or concentration, for you teetotalers). I had to leave my house and be seen in public looking like death barely warmed over. (what does that really mean anyway? Who wants warmed over death? Ick!!)

Now I also have to bare my bum for a needle for a shot that I can only recall with utter lack of fondness. Libbyline had not one but two of these shots at age five for pneumonia, and she writhed in pain on the examining table as I tried simultaneously to comfort her and wipe the streams of tears from my own cheeks for having agreed to put her through so much pain.

My only consolation in the whole deal was I got to preference the cheek . . . ha! I can't even believe I just wrote that!!

After lying on my right side for days and having my ear pressed to the mattress, there was no way nurse lady was coming at my right side.

So, I modestly revealed the left, and she said what all nurses learn to say in "Stab The Patient 101"

"You're going to feel a little stick." (and in a whisper, "followed by a burning sensation from the depths of Sheol")

I told her that it wasn't as bad as I thought. I wasn't about to tell her it felt like someone had just shot me in the b'hiney with a flaming arrow and that it was now seeping into every cavity of my blood stream.

I just walked it out for the obligatory 15 minutes, got a release and a receipt, and skulked back to our van where my DP was waiting for my bad self. Then I went back to bed . . . again, where I've been until now.

That brings us to Savion's appearance today.

How many days does it take to get hair like his? I've never personally had a real affinity for dread locks. Now don't get me wrong. Savion wears them well. His talented feet make his locks fly and dance right along with him.

However, the mild-mannered homebody/housewife/blogger extraordinaire that I am cannot really carry off Savion Glover's hair do.

Yet, after (collective GASP) four days without washing my hair, I look like that might be the look I'm goin' for -- Ack!

So, after all this, I am headed back to my pillow for more dread lock practice, a world that doesn't look dizzy and distorted when I turn my head too quickly, and for a clean ugly t-shirt on which to ooze.

Catch y'all again soon when I am hopefully reporting some great effects from my bum stick.

On His Never Boring Adventure~

Love Pam

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  Pam fearlessly posted at 2/29/2008 10:39:00 AM  
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Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday Thanks Tank #93

Trying to do this while making sure none of the side effects
of my ear infection/rupture get in my way.

We'll see how this goes. I am thankful this week for:

My DP, who is amazingly strong in the face of adversity (or in this case, the face of a wife in excruciating pain -- something he's really never seen in 14 years of marriage). He stepped up to the plate and cared for me tirelessly, all while missing an entire day's work and being Mr. Mom.

My dear MIL, who calls to check on me and can even make me laugh when I can barely lift my head from the pillow. How I love this woman!

My precious girls, who felt better yesterday, but still needed to stay home to fully recouperate, and did so while taking care of their sickly mama. Thanks for the yogurt, the soup, the smiles, the hugs, and for watching the movie right in here at the computer
with me so I didn't have to get out of bed.

You. Yes, thank you for even taking the time to stop by this old place anymore. Thank you for your prayers, your encouragement, your emails, and your care for me. I am thankful for your presence in my life and that God has chosen to use this forum to allow our paths to cross.

I'll let you decide how and where you post your thanks today. Unfortunately one of the side effects of this whole ordeal is constant drainage from my ear.
I am going back to lie down and try to recover a little more gracefully.

On His Adventure . . . even now~
Love Pam

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  Pam fearlessly posted at 2/28/2008 08:29:00 AM  
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