Another lady remarked that if she hadn’t seen (as she was gracious enough to describe them) 'such funny posts' from me before surgery, she’d have been obligated to ask about my pain meds. Since another person had previously commented similarly, under the misapplication of ‘out of the mouths of two or three witnesses’, someone would probably accuse me of dipping into the medical alcohol or sniffing too deeply into this or that!
The nurses' station has a computer labeled 'Epic Downtime'. I asked the nurse seated there how many epics she watches in her downtime. She said, 'It's all I do.' I recommended 'Ben Hur'. On my way back with the physiotherapist, I suggested, 'Jesus of Nazareth. it's six hours.' On my third pass through, I said, 'Gone With the Wind'—later,'Lawrence of Arabia'. There's always 'Lord of the Rings', 'Guns of Navarone', very many more--since that's all she does.
I don't know how orthopedic surgeons get to the bone--seems they'd have to cut some muscles to do that. Apparently these muscles/tendons/ligaments heal now. The muscle just above the knee seems very much needed to raise the leg or to bend the knee, and it's very weak, so I experience much pain during physiotherapy. But I'm happy to be here--I found out this hospital is in the top 10% in the nation for joint replacement, so congratulations to them.
God gives us bodies, and God gives us brains to figure out how to take care of them, repair them, discover and invent medicines for them. Jesus uses himself as an example of this--Divine Physician. He told a parable about a member of a despised minority, who became the hero of the story, who provided medical help for a member of the majority who oppressed him.
I'm remembering my grandfather's humility during his time of medical treatment--when people necessarily see everything in the midst of providing you medical care, you learn to appreciate medical care in spite of that. Any leader who has required medical assistance and in the midst of it has won people to Christ has then ministered to people who have seen him in, shall we say, his state of altogether loveliness (or, given the overweight condition of some of us, a status less exalted).
People prayed for my healing, patience, and tolerance to pain. They were sad that I was in pain, but confident each day would show improvement, and encouraged me to keep up the good work in rehab, and that I’d be better and out of pain.
A friend wondered: ‘They say a stitch in time saves nine. I wonder how many a staple saves.’ Of course, we know only Jesus saves.
One woman testified that God opened many doors for her to witness and to minister to others when she had cancer, for instance to an Indian lady at Mayo who cried as she talked about God’s goodness. She spoke with doctors, PAs, nurses, invalids, visitors, and concluded, ‘What a God to choose to put me there! I'm grateful!’ And she's right: since God is omnipotent, nothing therefore happens without his permission. Since God loves the whole world and wants everyone saved, God puts us in people's lives so they can hear God news about what he has offered the human race. And when those individuals are in the medical profession, now way to reach them is as a patient. Very probably, this is how Paul met Luke.