Today, I'm a slack-faced object of pity.
Another
breakfast appointment with a retired pastor – so someone who is very
sympathetic. This time I did not bother to eat the English muffin that I’d
ordered. I realized that I could not - at least, not in front of people - eat: even with my friend.
It was my
regularly scheduled day for a spiritual retreat so I drove up to the place. That
was rather challenging. I was able to drive effectively, but it took A Lot of concentration. Once I got to my retreat site, adjusting the eye
patch seemed a nearly constant thing. I realized that I was not going to get any
better as the day progressed so after lunch, drove back. Driving took so much
out of me that I napped for two hours. And I’m the guy who loves to do long
distance driving.
I realized
that I’m now grounded.
A couple of weeks ago, I had been
invited to attend a poetry reading for tonight where one of my parishioners was
participating. It was going to held in the downtown area. OK, *maybe* I could
make it down there driving myself, but driving back at night would be a Very Bad Idea. I sent
an apologetic message via Facebook that I would not be able to attend, but then
my wife said she’d drive me down. So I went and, as much as I could enjoyed the
event. But I could not be sociable with anyone else there except, briefly, with
our friend.
Now I
can’t travel without being chauffeured.
So I cannot be sociable cannot converse, cannot share a meal, cannot independently visit people, I cannot preach. As a face-to-face pastor, I'm suddenly unable to do my "job." As I mentioned on Twitter. This is the first time I have had an illness that kept me from doing my job, even though I did not actually feel bad.
So I cannot be sociable cannot converse, cannot share a meal, cannot independently visit people, I cannot preach. As a face-to-face pastor, I'm suddenly unable to do my "job." As I mentioned on Twitter. This is the first time I have had an illness that kept me from doing my job, even though I did not actually feel bad.
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