Let’s see: The antibiotics I’m taking after dental surgery are doing a number on my digestion. That means (Should I even say this?) that I’m getting no long sleeps. I have to keep on eating anyway because all my post surgery meds have to be taken with food, but the thought of food makes me queasy, or more precisely, queasier.
It won’t stop snowing, either. I shoveled yesterday; I shoveled to day; and I’m pretty sure I’ll be shoveling tomorrow.
Can you tell I’m not exactly in a mood of thanksgiving? Should I, perhaps, start over?
I’m thankful that I’ve no infection at the site of my dental surgery. I’m thankful that I have indoor plumbing. I’m thankful for coffee to keep me awake during the days after sleepless nights.
I’m thankful for the invention (or is it discovery) of painkillers, and that with them I’m pain free after surgery. I’m thankful for the man who performed my oral surgery competently. I’m thankful that I’m almost done with the antibiotics. Three left and woohoo for that!
I’m thankful for yogurt: It sits well in my stomach with the pills and it might help with the digestive issues while it’s there. Besides, it tastes good.
I’m thankful that I can shovel. I’m thankful that with all this ibuprofen I’m taking, I won’t even know if it makes me sore. I’m thankful that everything looks better and brighter with a coating of clean snow.
I’m thankful that God forgives repentant grumblers.
What about you? What are you thankful for?