I'm not one to complain. Why? I have no one to complain to, for one thing. It's just been a rough year, so far. I don't seem to be able to catch a break.
To recap: In February I had to have a root canal. The tooth was abscessed and I had to have a round of antibiotics before the procedure. The tooth still hurts to this day. I went back for a six-month check, and the doctor told me it was healing, the abscess being 'smaller' than it was in February.
In May, I went to a dermatologist with the request to check two spots on my face and one spot on my clavicle. The collar bone spot turned out to be a basal cell carcinoma. After 5 trips to the doctor, I now have a three-inch scar and am 'cancer-free'.
The skin cancer caused me to struggle with outdoor activities this summer. Some things must be done (gardening, mowing, general yard work, picking vegetables/fruits, feeding livestock, etc.) I bought three different brands of sunscreen trying to find one that I could live with--one was too heavy and greasy, one was too smelly, and the last one I bought was better than the previous two, still just hard to live with on my body. The results of this dilly-dallying around was an overgrown garden that produced less than average yields.
In June, there was a windstorm that blew a tree over on my gazebo and smashed the roof. I still don't have it repaired.
Then earlier this month, some kind of predator (varmint!) got in my chicken pen and killed all my chickens. One. by. one. Each time I lost one, I would try to patch the fence. Nothing I did worked.
I'm a pretty optimistic person, but I have to admit I feel a little blue now.
So when life goes well for you, please pray for those who are struggling. We need it....