Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
Salaam Alaikum wa Rahmatullah
Today is Tuesday. The daily routine consists of hubby leaving the house early for work and me sleeping right through, lol. Obviously I’m not in my routine of getting up to feed him. Alhamdulilalh, the baby did not wake up, or if she did I didn’t hear her. I slept from about 11 pm to 8 this morning. That’s going to have to change when Abdel Hamid starts school next week.
Alhamdulillah, I feel a bit better today. The bleeding has subsided somewhat, so I’m able to move around a bit and take care of the house. Fed the kids. I’m scrambling to find food because I haven’t been able to go to the grocery store. No milk, no cereal, well, a bit of cereal that they are happy to eat dry. Gave them the last of the yogurt. I’ve been out of “real” coffee for days so I’m drinking this nasty instant. Used the last of the creamer.
I’m over my snit from yesterday. I am angry, not so much for myself. I’m a tough bird and I can handle whatever Allah puts in front of me. I’m just angry because I know so many people go through this anxiety every day. When we were first filling my father-in-law’s prescriptions, we had to change half of them because they were the super-expensive brands. Now we have those lovely $4 Wal-mart prescriptions, except for one medicine which is a about $70 a month.I got the final ER bill today. $3,100.00. The blood test which cost $125 at the outside lab cost $495 at the hospital. Wonder how they calculate that. Ah, well, alhamdulillah ala kulli hal. We can handle this. It’s only money, and they don’t have debtor’s prisons in the US anymore.
Now that I’m feeling a bit better, time for me to do some paperwork. Gotta file the bills and get the last of the papers ready for the bookkeeper. I hate paperwork. But I can see and I can write and I can type, and I can walk, albeit a bit unsteadily. I am healthy aside from this issue, my kids are healthy, my husband healthy and able to work. We are getting thawaab inshAllah for taking care of his father, and we have a roof over our head. No groceries in the fridge, but I can take care of that with a trip to Wal-mart. This is a bump in the road. No, Shaitan, you will not find ME to be an ungrateful slave to Allah. So there!
Fi Aman Allah,