I hate to say it, but this job isn't so much fun anymore. I've been sick every day since I started. I came home from work yesterday hacking and coughing so hard I burst a blood vessel in my eye and threw up at home. My eyes have started feeling like I have sandpaper under my lids and my forearms and neck are starting to get a rash. I also have been stuffed up and coughing at night so it's hard to sleep.
It started off pretty light so I thought it was just a cold, but this morning I went to the hospital and the doctor says it's a combination of bronchitis and likely a cedar allergy. He gave me a prescription for some antibiotics and antihistamines. I'll take them for the next few weeks and see how that works. I'll try wearing long-sleeved shirts and a mask at work on Monday too.
I can't even start to think about the idea that I am allergic to my job. I moved my family 8 hours from everyone we know and love to the middle of nowhere and now I may not be able to go to work. The church has really stepped out in faith to bring me here and I bet they are wondering what they got themselves into.
Speaking of the church, it's taking a while to get going too. I have led worship by myself the last 2 weeks and it looks like I'll be on my own again this weekend. I really wanted to put together a repertoire and a band, but all I've been able to do when I get home from work is cough and fall asleep. Hopefully next week will be more productive.
A friend of mine often signs off her blogs with the word "einop" for "ever in need of prayer". I am so einop right now. I know that most of our friends and family who are reading this are Christians and likely praying for us occasionally, but if you think of me, I could use some prayer for guidance in this time of confusion and change for our family. I may need to find a new job or a new way to do this job and that freaks me out.
I know this isn't really a "Dad's view" post, but it's what's on my mind, so that's what you get. We'll return you to your regularly scheduled cute kid stories shortly.
Way to go Big D. Your story joked up grandpa. Let Daniel know we are proud of him too ( even if he still occasionally needs something blue).
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