“If you ever want to hear God laugh, just make plans.” That old expression came to mind as I was driving home from a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday.
On the way into Albany for my annual check-up, my mind was full of plans for the next ten or so weeks. It was about this time last year that I began filling notebook pages with tasks to be completed before leaving for Michigan. The notebook was on my desk, put there a few days ago when I pulled it out of its storage box. I had already promised myself I would soon begin to go over last year’s preparation list – copying what needed to be redone, deleting chores I had wasted time over, and adding new tasks that had already popped into my mind for this year. Preparing to leave your home for over five months takes a lot of advance planning, and at my age, if it doesn’t get written down, it doesn’t get done. Thus, my notebook full of lists.
As I drove, I began to spin the weeks out – the rest of March to Spring clean closets and cabinets. April for finishing what I didn’t accomplish in March – and to begin planning what would need to be shipped ahead this year. I knew the boxes would be fewer this time – last year I tried to decorate the whole condo in Michigan from Georgia, and my Federal Express bill was ridiculous. Clothes packing had to be planned. We left a lot of clothes in Michigan, so maybe we could get by with fewer suitcases this time. Dawn and I have begun walking every morning, and I certainly didn’t want to give that up, so I needed to get organized. I had all this whirling around in my head going into Albany, secure in the fact that I had plenty of time to get it all worked out. God must have been chuckling the entire 45 minutes it took me to get into the city.
READER WARNING: I don’t know how many male readers I have, but if you are male, you might want to stop right here. From this point on, this is mostly a post for the lady readers.
So – I am finally in the room where I will actually lay eyes on the doctor. You know what I mean, right? You have waited for 45 minutes in the first waiting room, been summoned to the first inner office to fill out paperwork, been led into the first torture chamber for a mammogram, been sent to the second waiting room, then directed into the second inner office for blood pressure check, temp check, the dreaded weight check, the stick your finger check, and the “fill this cup up” check. Then, and only then, do you get to go into the second torture chamber and see the doctor.
In walks my OB-GYN. SECOND WARNING: If any guys are still reading at this point, don’t say I didn’t warn you (the women knew four paragraphs ago what this was going to be about).
“Hi, Brenda,” says Dr. OB-GYN (followed by 3.2 minutes of idle chit-chat aimed at making you forget why you are there).
“Any problems?” says Dr. OB-GYN. So I proceed to mention one teeny tiny little problem that’s been bothering me for five or six years and has just progressed to the point of being slightly more than annoying.
“Hmmm,” says Dr. OB-GYN, following the second torture. “I’ll see you in my office in a few minutes.” All righty-then.
So, I’m sitting in his beautiful office, watching the fish swim around in this 5,000 gallon aquarium, and in walks the doc with a drawing pad. He proceeds to draw a picture of what’s been causing my annoying little problem and then schedules me for surgery on March 24 and tells me I will have a 4-6 recovery period. To which I say, “What? Wait! I have too much to do to have six weeks of down time – I have to do Spring house cleaning, and ship boxes, and pack clothes, and walk with Dawn, and lift weights (I haven’t lifted weights in three years, but I thought that sounded like a good excuse not to do this). Dr. OB-GYN just smiled and patted my hand. “See you on March 24!”
God has such a great sense of humor. So I just joined Him in a big chuckle and started making more lists.
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“Miracles start to happen when you give as much energy to your dreams as you do to your fears.” . . . Richard Wilkins