Today has been a wonderful day for me. I have been in pretty severe pain for the last few months and last night I asked God to give me a day pain free so that I could do some much needed cleaning in my house. I took some herbal medication and some supplements then went to bed last night. This morning I got up and I could actually walk with no pain at all.

My arthritis is like a woman with PMS, it can flare up for no reason at all. Sometimes it goes into remission for months at a time and then comes back with a vengeance. But it was gone today so I did all of my cleaning downstairs and even got a guest bedroom ready for my son who will be staying with me for a bit.

I also took a nap, which was a complete surprise to me. I was sitting on my rocking chair trying to figure out what wound care would be best for one of my patients and about 30 minutes later I woke up. (Wound care manuals are a bit boring to say the least.)

I know July 4th is supposed to be about fireworks and everything but I didn’t really want to get out. My neighborhood was having a pool party so I checked that out but all it was was a few games for the kids so I turned around and went home.

One of my favorite things to do on this day is to go to the pool in the evening. In other years it has been like a ghost town and I can swim my laps with no one bothering me. So this evening I went to the pool and it was still pretty packed. There was a lane open though so I stated swimming.

After I had begun swimming I noticed a little boy who kept yelling “God Bless America” once the fireworks started in the city. I got the giggles. He kept yelling that, interspersed with “Happy Birthday,America.” He had yelled it for awhile and I saw a lifeguard motioning him over to him. I watched closely hoping the lifeguard did not chasten him. He didn’t, he just gave him a high five. Somehow that little boy gave me more joy than most firework displays. He gave me hope that if there are little boys like him in this country we may not be so bad off after all.