I did not realize how difficult it is to maintain an online blog. I have traditionally only been able to pump out the text when depressed or ached, don't like to talk just to hear the sound of my own words as I think I sound kind of nasally and don't like to blahblahblahblog. My goal has always been to inspire, educate and minimally inform. By the way, did you know that women on their monthly cycle can have a positive lab result for urinary tract infection? Unfortunately, I learned it this past weekend attempting to transfer a young adult to a psychiatric bed. After eighty and a half hours and fourteen hospitals refusing, it was done and her mother called to say how she appreciated the work I had done.
I should be asleep, one, because I'm exhausted and two, it's four in the morning. But after rolling around so much and realizing that I didn't want to disturb my wife, I figured it'd be a good time to put my finger down my creative throat and spit out whatever I have trouble keeping down.
It has been a difficult start to the ninth year of 2000. I have a good friend rehabbing his broken bones after arguing with a slippery sidewalk and losing and another friend who just lost his father in a horrible fire and is supporting his mother who dealing with being unable to save him. I pray that things this year will not be a syndication of 2008 as it was not a good year for many. I lost a niece and a cherished cat but gained a brother. And I believe that I have learned not to question as things unfold that I may think are unfair or unjust. And I know that all things will be revealed in the end. But, sometimes, faith can be a little slippery in my season of discontent.