I have just returned from visiting my mother, who is in the critical care unit here in Indianapolis. Now, the good news is that she is doing much better than she was yesterday and has been informed that as soon as bed becomes available, she will be moved out of the CC unit and into the Med Surgery unit, which means she’s one step closer to coming home. Yea!

That being said let me jump up on my soapbox and tell you all what has been raging today.

My mother is 80 years old. For the majority of her life, she has been a devout Christian. She, like many people the world over takes comfort in her faith and especially in prayer. Earlier today, a family friend, who is also a minister; came by to pray with my mother. Mind you, simple…quiet…reflective prayer. A request for healing and comfort. Apparently, the husband of another patient in this room took offense to my mother and her minister praying. As a result, this man told the nurses that he didn’t like my mother and insisted that she be moved. If that wasn’t insult enough, they complied. She was moved to another room.

Can you freaking believe this BS?

Okay, it’s not like the minister came in the room with a bag full of rattlesnakes and started passing them around before the “ceremony” began. Nor was he dressed in witch doctor regalia, smoking a joint, shaking bones and a bloody chicken foot over a fire pit and calling upon the power of Ja to restore my mother’s health. It was a prayer!

I’ll tell you something right now; it’s a damn good thing I wasn’t there when this all went down, because I would have off the deep end. I can promise you that I would have rushed home, grabbed my bottle of holy water and every rosary and crucifix I could have laid my hands on, came back and started spraying that water around the room like a male tom cat making his territory, all the while screaming, “THE POWER OF CHRIST REPELS YOU! THE POWER OF CHRIST REPELS YOU!” I would have then insisted upon dragging the infidel into the bathroom for a full immersion baptism in the toilet itself.

Ugh!

I can understand that not everyone believes in God, nor are they spiritual people, but can anyone honestly tell me WHY this would bother someone? Are people truly this anal? Of course, I also have to wonder why they moved my mom. Why couldn’t they move the asshole who was so offended? Perhaps moved his wife into a broom closet? Was it REALLY that big of a deal?

I felt sorry for my mother. She was very hurt by all of this. Of course now I’m fuming over the whole thing, but I know what I will do about it. Now that it’s over, I will say a prayer for the man. Do I want to? No. But I need to. As well as asking God to forgive me for feeling the way I do about all of this. I suppose I will also try and understand why we feel the need to appease hateful people like this man. If I had been the charge nurse, you can bet your ass that I would have told him to grow up and stop acting like a 2 year old.

Stepping down now. Good night everyone!

Please come love
I think I'm falling
Holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I've found the road to no where
And i'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...

CHORUS
Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down

I'm lookin down
Now that its over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out
Heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Let me say..

(CHORUS)

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down
(repeat)

I'm so far down
Sad eyes follow me
Well I still believe there's something there for me
So please come stay with me
Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me...
you an me...you and me

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down....
(repeat)

Please come now
I think I'm falling
Holding on to all I think is safe...

Even though he does not have internet access at his home, I want to wish my ex-husband Lynell, a very happy 46th birthday. :)

Yes, that's right...my EX-husband.

While there are some people out there who would never dream of wishing anything well on their ex's, I am not one of them. Lynell and I were married only 7 years and it has now been 10 years since our divorce became final, but I can say without a doubt; he is my best friend. He and I were only blessed with one child, our son Dylan, but he has been a far better father to my other children than their own father. He is a California native, yet after our divorce; he chose to stay here in Indiana to be close to our son. I'm grateful to him for that. I couldn't have managed without him.

While I have no desire to be re-married to Lynell, I am grateful that he is still in my life and for all he has done. Happy Birthday Lynell!