Going to the Doctor's

I have discovered that my favourite building on campus is the Student Health Services (SHS) building. I came to this conclusion today because I realized it is the building I seem to visit most, other than the UC.

You see, I was cleaning and rearranging my room last night when a sudden burst of pain shot into my foot. I sat down and noticed I was bleeding. I was responsible and cleaned the area. I even called Nate to see if he could come over to make sure the foreign object was ejected from my body. As the evening progressed, the pain intensified and the amount of pressure I could put on my foot quickly decreased. When I woke up this morning, the "trauma area" was red and puffy. At this sign, I decided it would be wise to go to the doctor (you called that one, didn't you Heather). The nurse said it was beyond her. SHS do not have a walk-in doctor in the summer, so they had to find one to look at my foot. Once a doctor came in and looked at my cold, purple coloured foot, he decided to put freezing in and then he made a tiny incision to dig around for any foreign objects. It was great: he had gloves (obviously) and all the instruments on a little stand and he covered the foot up - looked like he was actually doing something serious (I wanted to take pictures, but thought that was weird). He couldn't find anything, but he was concerned about it because the "trauma area" was really red, meaning infection. So, he prescribed an anti-biotic and my foot hurts even more now because of my mini-operation! ha ha, only me.

As I was pondering my visit to SHS, I realized I place my trust in individuals I have never met before. I mean, I let a total stranger freeze my foot to then dig around in it, trusting he knew what he was doing and doing it to the best of his trained ability! I find it crazy that sometimes I do not even trust myself that much, not to mention, people I love and know. I find it very interesting how experiences like these make me think so much about deeper issues. God wants our trust like that; giving Him control of our feet and where He wants them to go. Trusting Him to heal our wounds, whether it be physical, emotional, spiritual or mental wounds.

Hmmm. That's all.