Near Disaster Adverted

After this weekend, I may be off-line for the better part of a week or maybe more. On Tuesday, I am having a pacemaker implanted. My cardiologist finally said, “it is time to fish or cut bait”. The invention of an MRI compatible pacemaker and a near disaster this past Sunday made the decision to go ahead with the pacemaker easy. For the first time in months, I had what could be clearly identified as a seizure. Although the seizure itself was very mild, the results frightened my wife. We were ready to go to church, when I remembered that I had left my  ideas notebook that I try to carry at all times (because I never know when I will get an idea).  upstairs on our head board. So I went upstairs to get it. Our bed is located in a small alcove in our bedroom. So I walked between the bed and the outside wall up to the head board. I picked my notebook and pens and put them in my shirt pocket. When, I turn around and start to walk back to the foot of the bed, I found that I couldn’t walk. All I could do was shuffle my feet which is not atypical of Parkinson’s patients. As I slowly approached the foot of the bed, I stopped shuffling because my right foot wouldn’t move at all. In frustration in a moment of an imposed application of will, I forced my right foot to move. With that exertion, I lost my balance and started to fall backwards. In that fall I sat in our second story bedroom widow breaking the glass. I grabbed the window frame so that I didn’t go all the way through the window. My wife, Elaine,  heard the glass break and yelled, “What did you do?” I yelled back, ”I broke a window.” By that time Elaine was running up the stairs yelling, “How did you do that?” All I could think of was to say, “I sat in the window.” To which Elaine asked, “You did what?” I couldn’t think of anything quick enough to respond to her, so she kept yelling, “Are you okay?” I didn’t say anything, but waited until she got to our bedroom. She looked at me sitting in the window with my hands still gripping the window frame and she yelled, “What happened.” I tried to calmly explain what had happened. Now that I reflect on this scene, according to the TV commercial, this would have been a perfect time for a Twix to give me time to think of a good answer that I didn’t have on the spur of the moment.

Elaine went about cleaning up the mess on the window sill and floor. Apparently our mini-blinds and my Sunday clothes kept me from getting cut by the chards of glass that were everywhere. Since this occurred on a Sunday morning and it has rained or snowed every day since, we now have a boarded up window in our bedroom until we can have someone come and put in a new window pane.  In our old house with its old windows, the glazing is on the exterior side of frame, so the glass pane must be installed from the exterior. The boarded up window is a constant  reminder to  us of God’s care.