Jewells of Thought

Usually my brother drives my Mom to certain local doctor appointments. He’s under the weather though and Mom requested me for this morning. It’s been a while since I have even been to the foot doctor, but today was her day for her nail trim. The time is really what killed me though, 7:30 am. Which means I had to be up a quarter before 7 am.

When this appointment was mentioned yesterday the location also brought back some memories. Not only ones of picking up Uncle Mike, but ones reminding me of having to force myself to get out of my car and walk to the door when I went to work. It wasn’t easy when I had no idea what the day would bring. Which person would not listen to my concerns or which nurse would leave me less trusting in them.

Within the past couple of weeks the new clinic opened. They told me when they said I had one of their new jobs they would be opening in July; it’s October. Going past these sites recently have been jeering.

Why?

Am I somehow in a better position now after these failures or communication. I don’t want to be the pity party girl, but I do like to pick apart each situation over and over again; over-analyzing each move and twist. I may have survived the treatment from both places but have I learned anything of value from them?

Why is having a job so impossible? Sometimes I wonder why I am writing? Is it making any difference at all for anyone else?

Sometimes the irony just hits me a year ago this morning I would have been inside the building directly opposite the foot doctor. I know the dialysis procedures and I can still remember waiting on Uncle Mike Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays in that parking lot. Earlier this year back in March I interviewed for a position at that new clinic and was told I was hired. After all of that interview and email paperwork and then to be forgotten and then they rescinded the offer. It was bizarre and it’s all over now.

Timing is funny… maybe someday I will make sense of all of this eventually. Perhaps God is using all of this to show me something about myself or about lessons taught to use in the future. It still makes me smile how stories emanate everywhere for me. I can’t look within my community and not see memories from different times in my life.

Uncle Mike can still make me laugh from heaven!