My big job in life now is to be sure I get my 2 to 3 quarts of liquid inside of me each day.
This has not been easy lately, because, more often than not, drinking hurts.
A log must be kept.
I have finally learned to keep an accurate and contemporaneous one.
It reveals that it often takes me as many a five hours to consume a mere 20 oz of fluid.
We blame pain for this. We blame morphine for this. Pain interference is obvious.
So we take a break. And catch some zz's And have strange morphine dreams.
Waking up, startled, we say, that is NOT real - that is one of those dreams.
We drink again, and gear up for the next shot, sleeping, dreaming, waking for the next drink.
But, you never know. I prayed for relief, and just downed 12 oz in 1/2 hour.
Now just 8 oz of rice dream before bed, and I have made quota!
Now that I think I've got it right, maybe the mouth sores will start to lighten up. It's been seven days now.
Very timely, I picked up a little book called, "31 Days of Praise" by Ruth Myers which had been a room gift at Lake's women's retreat in 2001. (My first one!)
Hope to be sharing some of Mrs. Myers' thoughts and the Scriptures that inspire her soon.
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