Prayers please…
Pour moi.
I’m here in the Resort (for more go to The Bucket) and I am generally frustrated at Certain People who go into “Emily is just crazy mode” when I’m in here and tell me that I Need to calm down and channel my inner Zen. Channeling one’s inner Zen doesn’t really help when red-hot pokers are all over your lungs. But I digress.
I am reading my Mother Angelica book and am trying to remember what she says about suffering, about this is Jesus bringing you to close to Him that He can kiss you. Not that I don’t want Kisses from Jesus…oh well. OK, going to think happy, positive thoughts. How suffering is good. IT brings you closer to Jesus. Souls in purgatory and all that. If this sounds a bit blase, I’m not trying to be. I’m typing through nausea (this is intended to distract me and think on “higher things”), so hopefully it’s working…
Also prayers that my work load just doesn’t explode upon my return would be nice. I can’t do anything about it here, obviously, but I can not totally freak out about it.
Prayer update, though–my little Buddy Ian, who had a heart transplant, went home this morning to his parents and his two big sisters. His mom is due to give birth to his sister, Sophia, in November. Yay! So I am glad he is going home to them. Also, my friend Kennedy is down on C5, after stepping down from the CICU after her (second!) heart transplant. She is one heck of a kid. 
