Went to what physical therapy today. I thought it would be my last session for now. But I decided to continue. In PT I can do things that I cannot do on my own. The therapist can stretch my muscles further than I can stretch them myself. Until today I thought I had full range of motion in my wrist, but today I learned that I don't, unless the therapist is pushing with one hand and pulling with the other.
Also, I learned today that I have to print out a form, have the doctor sign it, and give it to my insurance company. This is a holiday weekend in Honduras. Tuesday is Honduran Independence Day. Businesses are closed Monday as well. I will have to wait until at least Wednesday, or whenever the doctor is in the office next, for him to sign this form. It will be more than two weeks before I can get the MRI. I think I should use this time for physical therapy.
I went to get a prescription filled today. It cost over $40 for 14 pills! The pharmacist told me the medicine is a pain reliever - like ibuprofen but stronger. I decided that $40 could go toward PT.
I've had some interesting conversations in the past couple of days. This week God placed something on my heart for my friend Andrea. I felt, as we say in Spanish, "inquieta." My heart was restless. I knew I needed to talk to her.
Andrea wrote something on FB last week. It said that she was frustrated with the behavior of people who claim to be Christian. I could see her point. But she also said that she will not go to church because of those people. That is what left me inquieta (restless).
As I washed dishes one night I knew that I was supposed to talk to Andrea about not giving up on the idea of church. I sent her a message on FB, asking if she could talk. She said yes, after she put her son to bed.
We chatted for quite a while and God guided us to the topic. She explained, without me asking, why she did not like the church she is attending. She said the people there are full of hateful opinions.
She is about to move to a different city so I suggested that she might find a church near her future home where she feels comfortable. I didn't want her to feel judged. That's the last thing she needs. God gave me the words to speak with Andrea in a manner that she was able to hear without feeling defensive. In the end, I think she is excited to find a new church when she gets to her new home.
Today I also got to talk to talk to my physical therapist about religion. Last week she mentioned something about her church. I could tell she was trying to address it gently. Today we had a really good, open conversation about our beliefs. Ends up we are on the same page. It was a good talk.
Tonight I had a training about how to manage the Facebook page for the church. I thought it is a manner of giving me the password. Turns out it's a lot more. I got a lesson about how to edit photos. We didn't even finish before prayer group.
People marched outside while we were praying. They are protesting corruption in Honduras. It's been proven that money from social security went to the president's campaign. People died because the funds were not there when they needed hospital care. Also the government has been caught stealing medicine. Right now the hospitals don't have even the basics, like cotton or syringes. Patients have to bring their own syringe for care in a public hospital.
I am glad the people continue to protest in a manner that is peaceful. Last week they marched in the rain. Nothing seems to slow them down. Some leaders have been jailed, or at least placed on house arrest, so the marches are working.
