I’m going under the knife this morning at 9:30.
When I returned from Ethiopia, I brought back all kinds of special bugs and germs from my time in the orphanage. It’s kind of hard to turn down all these kids reaching for the white giant who can rescue them from their cribs. One of the bugs I brought back was a rough case of tonsillitis.
After that, Amanda noticed I was snoring (“noticed” is a nice way to put it). She actually said it sounded like I was gasping for air. After a while with no improvement, I went to see the doctor.
He told me my tonsils were the size of a golf ball and a half and were pretty much blocking my air waves. My big adenoids weren’t helping either. I tried to donate these organs to some needy children, but I was turned down. Tragic.
He asked me, “Do you ever feel hoarse when leading worship on Sunday or just feel vocally tired? Do you ever feel like you are gasping for breath when you preach or teach?”
I was breathing through my mouth and that wasn’t that much air either. Since I’ve told family and friends, everyone comments how it is a really difficult recovery the older you get insinuating my aging status. All good. I’ve got a bell, a doodle pad (kid’s toy dry erase board), and a 6 pound bag of gummy bears, so I’ll be good to go.
Amanda will appreciate your prayers taking care of me who has yet to see how I react to pain medication (I’m hiding the video cameras…) since I’ve never had surgery. It might not be a bad thing to force me to rest either. We’ve been going pretty fast for a while.
Since communication is my livelihood, I would appreciate your prayers that this surgery allow me to preach, teach, and sing Jesus’ gospel even more than before!
But if I say, “I will not remember Him
Or speak anymore in His name,”
Then in my heart it becomes like a burning fire
Shut up in my bones;
And I am weary of holding it in,
And I cannot endure it. -Jeremiah 20:9
[When able, I’ll update this post later to tell you how things are going – thanks for your prayers!]