Sorry about that... there seems to have been a rather long pause since I last blogged.. over 3 months in fact.
Much has happened, too much to go into now. Here's a brief overview:
March - Trawled the internet, papers, temp agencies for a job. Looked again. Eventually got one at Aston Martin in Gaydon. Very excited.
Also, went to Germany to see the Young Zulu Warriors in concert - excellent as ever. Came home and met my boyfriend (had to mention him, he's been pestering!! ;-) )
April - Spent a nice weekend with new boyfr showing him the delights of Warwickshire. More Aston Martin - lots of part numbers and computer screens. Managed to stop the track twice (almost the equivalent of causing a stock market crash!). Not really my fault but I did press the buttons.
May - The early mornings are taking their toll and exhaustion starts creeping in. Long hours for not so long-lasting pay... spent a weekend in Belfast with boyfr with him showing me the delights of N.Ireland. We come dangerously close to Boyzone...
June - Go to a women's ministry meeting and get prayed for and anointed. The same night I dismay my housemate by getting her to take me to A&E at 3am because I'm in pain. Discover the wonders of Tramadol. Signed off for a week. Perfect timing to spend quality time with Grandparents for their DIAMOND wedding anniversary - wonderful family event with much joy and laughter.
Back to work only to collapse days later with Biliary Colic and be rushed by some nice 'paramedic' Jaguar Engineers to the occupational health dept at Land Rover to partake of yet more medical wonders - gas and air... Taken to A&E again and this time they make me wait 4 hours before deciding I have to be admitted. Thankful to see some friendly faces working there!
Spend 6 days in hospital with many phones calls, visits and lots of sleep. Realise that I shouldn't take too much oromorph - it's very effective and rather addictive.
After 4 days the Drs say they want to put something down my throat to see if there's a gallstone blocking a bile duct, because I'm rather yellow and jaundiced. Not happy. Get everyone to pray (thank you if you did) and in the end I just got to that point of being fed up and so I went into the bathroom on the ward and systematically claimed my healing over all the wrong bits in that area of my body and declared myself to wake up well the next day.
Which I did.
Result.
Thank you Jesus, another miracle.
Didn't have to have the nasty procedure and given 2 weeks to rest at home.
And that is where I am today. Back with my parents for a little while. I've come to the end of my contract with Aston Martin and as of Thursday 3rd I'm officially out of work. I'm awaiting a date to have my gallbladder removed by keyhole surgery, hopefully fairly soon. Then it'll be another recovery time.
In the meantime the price of everything in this country is soaring and my funds are going down... fast. And so I think it must be time for another miracle...
