No leaping here, but a day closer to the upturn of my new, little soldiers of the marrow.
The Exit™ was especially challenging this morning at 0200. I tapped out and got Tramadol and an ice pack for The Exit™. I can, but also can't imagine being martyred at the stake, if that makes sense.
Waiting patiently/impatiently for today's WBC numbers.
Oh Lord God in heaven,
Be Thou my soul’s Shelter, be Thou my strong Tow’r, O raise Thou me heav’nward, great Pow’r of my pow’r.
You are our refuge, our shelter, our very present help in time of trouble. Whom shall we fear? Why should we fear? Only you are to be revered. Jesus, help our unbelief. Draw us to yourself by the power of Your Holy Spirit.
God be praised, Amen
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