So, there is a reason I don't pray for patience. When you pray for it, you get a crap-ton of problems that you have to learn how to push through. I disagree that that is the way for people like me to get through things. If I hadn't been living my life the past few years, I would think I'm a big pile of crazy.
I was diagnosed with stress induced chronic migraines 3.5 years ago, which is a bowl of merry sunshine, let me tell you. I have to practice being calm, which is often harder than one would think. (I still blame my former job in hell for that.)
This year has been one of hardship, in the beginning, my husband lost his only brother. My grandmother passed away in May. And just last week, my Father in Law got mysteriously sick, and it's not confirmed as to what happened. He started hurting and ended up paralyzed from the neck down.
It's been a week, and the doctor's still don't know what happened, or what it is, or how to fix it. They assume Transverse Myelitis, and have luckily been treating him with steroids from the beginning, but still no changes.
This brings me back to my point: Praying for patience will bite you on the butt. Because the man in charge of what happens, has a sick sense of humor. Oh and Xanax is one of the greatest inventions of all time. However, I don't appreciate the doctors telling me I need to learn how to control my emotions. If I wanted control, I'd be seeing a therapist, not a family physician. (plus, it's a great way to make it through new job work days... which suck monkey balls, as the co-workers are a giant pile of fun-sucks.)
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