I painted Melanie in a bad light in a previous post, and I shall rectify it!!
When I said Mel occasionally gives me sips of a drink, I wasn’t saying that she starves me or leaves me hanging or abuses me ( much).
What I MEANT was that when I occasionally ask for a drink, Mel will hold the cup for me and take care of me. There, I fixed it!
Not that it is easy to do, by the way. The reason I don’t ask more often is the miscommunication that happens and I sputter and choke. But today Mel helped me with coffee and oh my goodness, it tasted so good. It was like an oasis, even though I only had three sips!
Speaking of choking, I nearly drowned Thursday night. I don’t know what happened, but Mel was helping me out of the wheelchair and I inhaled a lung full of snot! It was gross, and I couldn’t breathe. And when I coughed it out, it went right back! It was three terrifying minutes. Springtime is evil. Either that or I caught some bug. And to make it worse, it happened again last night. Standing there, unable to swallow, unable to spit, unable to inhale. Man.
My Kate made her first Communion today! Such a huge day in the life of a Catholic, I will devote a separate post for it.
I am also often finding myself at odds with intellectual giants lately, especially on terms of the faith. I can explain it, if Reader-land wants, or I can just realize I might be wrong and shut up.
That brings me to my last point. I am so tempted to just stop. To give up writing, explaining, arguing, expounding… All things I feel like I am supposed to do. There are so many smart people out there who are telling us to be quiet. And that is on matters of faith, let’s not even go into the abortion topic. But I feel like I am shouting into the void. Another noise to ignore. Maybe it’s not helpful, maybe my weird thoughts are only good for me, I dunno. What do you think?