After spending much of the summer battling sinus infections and bronchitis, I’m now a pink, puffy mess due to an apparent spider bite. I’m also itchy. Very, very itchy. (Oh, sorry, did I make you scratch? My bad!) This is one of the things they don’t warn you about when you ask to sit on the restaurant patio.
My doctor assures me that no matter what dread disease the lab results will say I’ve picked up, she has medication to fix it. I sure hope so. She’s a trustworthy woman, so I expect she’s right.
This all began not long after my birthday, which makes me wonder if my warranty has expired since parts of me seem to be falling apart. Fortunately, I have a direct line to the manufacturer and I’ve been assured that my model is not yet obsolete.
“So we do not give up. Our physical body is becoming older and weaker, but our spirit inside us is made new every day.” 2 Corinthians 4:16