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"Wanna make God laugh? Tell him your plans!."
~ Vin Scully
The longer I live with chronic illness, the better I get at reading the writing on the wall. Only today I swear I heard God laughing at me: me with all my plans. Seems I've had a temporary lapse in judgment and gone a little overboard.
I thought it was smart to schedule two medical appointments back to back, Tuesday and Wednesday. I imagined I was being clever planning two medical appointments for Friday; after all, they are in the same place. (Isn't killing two birds with one stone fibro-friendly?) I decided the workmen coming to install the solar panels today would in no way impact my routine or day.
Sadly, I am being proven wrong on all accounts.
Thankfully amongst the giggles, I heard a whispered reminder, The Golden Rule of Chronic Illness: If I pace, I can play. If I push, I will pay. So with a gentle nudge, tomorrow I change my plans and give myself the rest of the week off. I need the rest. I've spent too much time walking on the thin line that is the border of my energy envelope. I've even stepped out of it more than a few times this week. I'm about to pay. Thankfully someone knows I'd rather play and reminded me in a gentle way.
I'm in on the joke. God's not laughing at me, God's laughing with me.