What a Day

by Bella Rum

We’re home. It’s been a long day and a little stressful, but all ended well. The doctor was concerned about the heart palpitations I’ve been experiencing (so was I), and even though my heart sounded pretty good, he didn’t want to depend on his ear. So they gave me an EKG and I’m still in rhythm. This is excellent news.

He did change my blood pressure meds to a bata blocker because of the palpitations. One of the side effects is depression. You know I’m not thrilled about that, but it only affects about 5 percent. One of the other side effects is a slow heart rate. That wouldn’t be a bad thing in my case.

I’m glad to be home. We sat on the deck for a while. The humidity is low and the temps are in the seventies. There was a slight breeze. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Isn’t the sweet comfort of home and hearth all we need at the end of an emotional day?

While I was waiting for the results of the EKG, I promised myself to stop getting stressed over things I can’t control. Of course, that is my nature, and you remember the fable about the scorpion and the frog.

“Hellooo Mr. Frog!” called the scorpion across the water, “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?”

“Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?” asked the frog hesitantly.

“Because,” the scorpion replied, “If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!”

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog.

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog’s back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog’s soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog’s back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

“You fool!” croaked the frog, “Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?”

The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drowning frog’s back.

“I could not help myself. It is my nature.”

Source: All About Frogs

Ah, our nature, but still… it is a sweet evening at our house and I’m wishing the same for you and yours.