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Thankful Thursday VIII

Here they are:

22. Coughing Mechanisms - normally I wouldn't think to be thankful for this. However, last Wednesday I stood corrected.  For some strange reason, when my sisters and I were eating watermelon, we all started laughing rather hysterically... for no particular reason. I laughed the hardest and unfortunately did not control my epiglottis very well (the little flap of flesh that covers the trachea when you're swallowing solids or liquids). Let's just say at least 3 ccm or mL of watermelon juice went in my trachea and I started "spazzing", making funny faces, and... coughing.  Seriously, I felt like I was gonna DIE... as in can't breathe at all for a good 10 seconds because in order to get air into my lungs, I had to get the liquid out of the way.  I was scared... so very scared.  When my air flow finally got through, I had to cough really hard still to get it all out and avoid infection.  For another 20 minutes, I felt sugary substances travel up my throat and into my mouth.  A very gross and painful experience if I might say.  Then I thought - yikes!! What if I couldn't cough? What if I wasn't able to push that liquid out of my lungs? Then I really would have died! Or if the liquid went down, then I'm 99.99% sure I would have gotten an infection. Boy, am I thankful God created that function in our body!

23. Healthy Mouth - sorry to stay around the mandible area for so long, but all of last week, I had 2 canker sores right inside my bottom lip (because I bit it accidentally :P ).  I never knew those 2 little painful spots could ruin my appetite so effectively.  I couldn't stretch my bottom lip. It burned to eat some of the more "inflammatory" foods.  At its worst, even water was hard to drink.  Really? 2 canker sores?  You will not believe how wonderful it is to eat meals and snacks and FOOD again without worrying about it hurting. I am so thankful my gums and cheeks and lips are healthy... even though it's really weird to talk about it.

24. Post Scripts longer than the letter/email themselves - this one is kind of silly and I suppose I should be more thankful for friends that take time to write me.  Doesn't it just tickle you to get a super short message and suddenly - half-page-long post-scripts (and 4 of them at that!!)??  I love my friends and I thank God that we can write each other! :)

Colossians 3:15b
and be THANKFUL...

~CJ

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