Tuesday was a rough day. The pain from the gout is absolutely excrutiating. It kind of takes on a life of it's own. I feel like it should be called THE gout, not just gout. It's that kind of thing...unspeakable almost. Sounds like it should be shameful. Mom didn't want me to tell people I had the gout, in case they didn't understand. That cracked me up, because for a split minute I thought about what people may think when I said I had the gout. Sounds like leprosy or gangrene. I'm feeling much better now, still tender and limping, but not in that inconsolable pain. I continue to covet your prayers for complete restoration....man, the gout stinks!
My big brother is coming to town! I've been looking forward to this as I haven't seen him in over two years. I get to pick him up at the airport and praise the Lord, it looks like Marshall will be home to go with me in case I need to "sit a spell" in the airport. I usually, though not on purpose, park in the farmost corner of the place and walk several miles to the loved one's terminal. (Do you detect sarcasm here? It's the anti-inflammatory meds, I'm sure ;) He will be around for 2 weeks, mostly volunteering at a hospital, but we will get to spend some time with him.
Thanks for voting on the name poll! It has been so fun to watch. Only a few more hours to go. We just can't wait to see that sweet boy's face.
That's all for now. Gimpy, out.