Who knew how long we'd be there?!
And would the pharmacy even be open by the time Blossom4 saw a doctor?!
I managed to soothe Blossom4 for about forty-five minutes and finally could give her a dose of ibuprofen while we waited to see the doctor. She asked for a drink of water and, my heart sank as I realized I had taken my resident water bottle out of my purse that very morning.
I cuddled her close and tried to distract her. Meanwhile, another lady came in with her ten year old daughter. This woman started to chat with me. Honestly, I answered her questions politely, but I didn't feel like chatting. I didn't really try for more conversation.
I just wanted to get Blossom4 into to see the doctor.
I wanted to be done with fevers.
I wanted to GO HOME.
The Rugged Mountain Man was coming down with the flu.
I was weary.
I wanted the misery to end.
I just wanted Blossom4's relief.
Then, she must have overheard Blossom4 ask me again for water. She spoke up, "Can I get her a bottle of water? I have a whole case in my car!" I paused, pondering if I should take (bottled!) water from a stranger. With a relief that was palpable, I finally said, "That would be really great actually."
This stranger brought in THREE ice cold bottles of water for us.
I shyly teared up. She then proceeded to carry on a friendly conversation with me for the next hour and a half.
Aside from the water, it wasn't until later when we started coming out of our fog, that I realized what a blessing she'd been to us. Her conversation had served to thoroughly distract Blossom4 (and me) for an hour and a half until we finally saw the doctor!
What I thought was a bother in my own weariness,
struck me as a Godsend, carefully arranged by loving Divine hands.
