Umm..wasn't that a song that was popular when I was in college? Now I will be singing it all day!
Now that I had decided to bravly move forward, what was I supposed to do? I prayed and prayed that God would give me wisdom. And crazy enough, I came up with this last-ditch effort to find a doctor that would help me. I decided to make an appointment with one of every kind of doctor that I had seen over the last year...an obgyn, hormone specialist, family doctor and so on! I decided I would give it one more try and then take a break for a while.
I made an appointment with a female OBGYN, I figured a female might actually know what she was talking about when it came to hormones. I even called back the out-ragiously expensive hormone clinic (you know the one that diagnosed me by looking at my tongue). Yep, I was crazy, I admit it. But what did I have to lose.
And lastly, I made an appointment with a doctor that was recommended by the Women's Hospital in Houston as being a specialist in hormones. The fight was on, one last horah before I took a rest form searching.
The appointments were all scheduled for the same week. I had lined up my friend Tami to go with me on Tuesday to see the female OBGYN. Chip was going to go with me on Wednesday to see this new hormone specialist, affiliated with the Women's Hospital. And I was secretly hoping that by friday I wouldn't need to go back to the crazy hormone clinic that checked my tongue...maybe I should just call it the "The Tongue Clinic."
Notice I did not make an appointment with a psychiatrist! I boldy decided that those people were much crazier than I was so what was the point!
Nonetheless, my week was set and I was moving forward...with courage. Jesus says, "Take Courage, it is I." Those doctors could dismiss me all they want, but I was not alone. My God would not stop fighting for me even if no one else chose to help me.
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