My times
This week I have had a reminder of our finitude and frailty.
After a fortnight of bad tummy pains I went to a doctor who recommended a quick trip to hospital to get a CT scan, ultra sounds and a blood test. He recommended I travel by ambulance. He insisted I was having fevers (I couldn’t feel them), which his thermometer convinced me may be possible.
We drove to hospital.
After much poking prodding and tests the surgeon (yes you read it right) insisted in had pancreatitis. Several surgeons quizzed me about my alcohol consumption. Other than chocolate liqueurs at Christmas my alcohol consumption is negligible, but try convincing the doctors of that. Although they did believe Lorelle more than me.
As the CT scan didn’t reveal gall stones (which would have required immediate surgery), they concluded I had endured the worst of it and just needed to give my pancreas more rest by not eating for awhile.
In Psalm 31, David describes his “affliction,” the “distress” of his so...