Early this morning, before the sun rose, our truck was packed, ready for us to travel to Denver. I am required to have a negative COVID test result 72 hours prior to being admitted to the hospital. My two day hospitalization begins with check-in early Monday morning. Dennis will drop me off at the admitting door. No visitors are permitted in the hospital. I’m really not dealing with the emotions I am feeling regarding that!
Our week two days later in follow-up with my physician to get the results of the procedures I received. I am hoping that my physician will help us make sense of this terrible journey I have been on for most of my life.
We woke this morning at 6am to a very light powder snow on the ground. By the time we left our house, the snow was gently falling. Had it been that gentle the entire drive to Denver, both of us would have enjoyed our dream dialogues we usually have on long drives.
Within a few miles we were faced with heavy snow, white outs, crazy stupid drivers, slippery icy roads, a very wet interstate and a 1 hour wait in traffic because of a multiple car pileup a half mile east of the Eisenhower tunnel. We experienced three major slides with one of them ending on the other side of the highway and multiple slip adjustments. A normal trip to Denver takes us 3 hours at most. Today’s drive took over 6 hours to complete.
The hospital has a tent set up outside the front door for COVID testing for scheduled patients only. I had to be onsite between 10am and 3pm. We located the line of cars at 1:53pm. We were that close to missing the mark!
Following the very simple swab of both nostrils, I melted down. I was confused and filled with fear. All of the tension I felt had finally dribbled out of me. I needed to find our temporary home away from home….quickly.
Somehow we found this hotel. It is in the middle of downtown Denver. One way roads, bus lanes, tall buildings everywhere (including the Denver Mint and the State Capital building), no decent parking except for those in inconvenient locations, constant screeching ambulances and many homeless people hiding from the falling snow, j-walking and getting into anyone’s business. We have removed everything visible inside of our vehicle so it is not a temptation to break into.
Yes! This is most difficult for me. Noise triggers every symptom I struggle with. Our room is located at the end of the building and seems to overhang the sidewalks below making it difficult for me to understand how the frantic traffic will not scale the face of this place and end up in our room.
I have put everything we brought with us in it’s proper place. I have my pj’s on. I finally succeeded in getting the room heated. I placed my weighted blanket over the bed. Finally I am in the safety of my familiar.
Dennis just returned from Whole Foods grocery with fresh foods for us to enjoy.
HOW DID WE GET HERE?
Obviously, I have described our day fairly well but I really have not answered the question properly. Dennis and I got here by God’s grace. There’s absolutely no other way to explain our individual and our married journeys. Both Dennis’ and my childhood wounds brought us together (stray dogs somehow find one another). Every one of our years together have been lived with us attempting to grow out of our past and into our future.
Two years ago, Dennis and I realized that he put my engagement ring on my finger 48 yrs ago. This is a good opener…and a perfect closer. Stay tuned…….
We are going to explore Psalm 139 this week. I have attached it below. Please take a moment to read it. Yes, it sounds like God inspired King David to write it just for me…..and you too.
Hugs Always,
Suzanne

Do you have any tolerance for higher quality headphones that can deliver soaking praise by Joshua Mills and/or Steve Swanson? That may be a help. It has helped me in the past with road noise issues
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