God Answers a Prayer...

BUT I didn't like the way it turned out. 

Even though my blog states "Musings of a SAHM", I am not a 100% stay at home mum.  Don't get me wrong.  I would love to be, but financially my husband and I are not able to swing it out to work that way.  So, I work at a nearby hospital PRN.  I worked full time before and during my pregnancy, but stopped working full time about 2-3 weeks before Charis was born.  In order to be PRN, I have to work two 12 hour shifts per pay period (every 28 days). 

I was scheduled to work on March 11, 2011, but prayed beforehand that God would work it out where I did not have to work that day.  I wanted to be cancelled, but no phone call came, so into work I went.  Around 10:00 AM, I started having chills, fever, feeling achy, having malaise, and tired.  I spoke with the charge nurse and she asked, "Well, did you take Tylenol?"  I was SO frustrated.  That's one thing about nursing.  We go to work to take care of sick patients, but how dare we get sick.  So I took 1000 mg of Tylenol.  One hour went by, I was getting worse-not better.  I spoke with the charge nurse again and was told "You didn't give the Tylenol time to work."  More frustration.  Eventually at 12:30 PM, I went to the charge nurse and said, "I need to go home.  I'm not able to take proper care of my patients."  So, I had to give my two patients up.  I left the floor around 1:15 PM and went to Employee health where I was given an excused absence.  I called my knight in shining armor-AKA my husband-who came and rescued me.

I was complaining afterwards.  God, why did you make me sick?  But then I thought, He answered my prayers, not the way I would have planned, but His own way.  And He knows what is best for me.