Today I woke up nervous as I usually do the day of my IVIG. For those of you who don't know what that is, I spend 6 hours hooked up to an IV so that the autoimmune disorder I have calms down. I have these treatments every two weeks, in my home by the same nurse each session. While I know it helps me, it is not a fun process by any stretch of the imagination and I'm always a little edgy. I was not edgy today but still a little nervous, plus I had no idea what I was going to give today. Nothing even popped into my head during meditation....Today I need guidance, today I need guidance, today I need guidance.
My nurse arrived at 9am on the dot and hooked me up. She is a sweet person, very religious, does not like television, and loves to read. I am very talkative, enjoy television and books, and love to read. We have learned a bit about each other in the two and a half months she has been coming to my home. I was trying to think of something I could give her and I couldn't come up with anything, then I realized what I was doing. I was trying to focus too hard, so I closed my eyes and took a nap...benedryl is one of the meds they give me with my treatment and it is great at knocking me out:)
Anyway, while I was sleeping I had a dream about a book that had a profound impact on me - The Shack. It was the kind of book that should be passed along but last year when I finished reading it, everyone I spoke with had read it. When I woke up it was clear to me that I should offer it to my nurse. I was worried she had read it because she has a new book each time she comes, but she had not so I was able to give freely and she was pleased as punch.
Blessings on this beautiful day,