This past week was supposed to go a certain way, and that way it certainly did not go…
- I was supposed to fly to Denver on Wednesday to train a group of church planters, but that didn’t happen
- On Thursday, Christina and I were supposed to interview our first guest together for our podcast, but that didn’t happen either
- And this week, I was supposed to get back to the gym after finally fighting off the stomach bug, but as you might’ve guessed already, that didn’t happen either
That last point, I didn’t mind too much though.
I guess you could say that I was interrupted…
Tuesday morning, while I was getting ready for work, I gave my son, Makarios, a great big hug and squeezed his head close to me, while encouraging him and calling him a big boy. He then immediately pushed himself away from me, while beginning to cry and shout out, “I am not a big boy! I am not a big boy!”
Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…
Later on, while I was at work, Christina noticed a big bump behind his left ear, so she asked whether or not he had fallen or hit his head somewhere.
Not that I knew of…
So she brought him to the doctor when the girls came back from school. While there, the doctor basically told her that she had to bring him to the hospital because he needed a CT scan.
Yep. That was our week.
UPDATE: It ended up being an infected lymph-node, rather than what the doctor initially thought, so he’s now at home on heavy antibiotics after a two-night stay at the hospital.)
When’s the last time you were interrupted?
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