It’s long been said that good things come in threes. Last Friday, three miracles occurred in my life within a few hours of each other. The first miracle was getting an appointment for my first Covid vaccine shot. My wife had put my name on the list at the county health department a few weeks ago. Then came the call. Knowing that I was going to be fully vaccinated before we went on vacation was a true blessing indeed.
Miracle number two came along shortly thereafter. I was awaiting the delivery of a beautiful new Blazer at my Chevy dealer. My salesman called to let me know my new car had arrived and was ready for pick up on Monday. Sa-weet! If you have read any of the articles about my Ford Edge, you’ll know I went through hell with that vehicle. Two years into a love/hate relationship, I decided to call it quits. Hopefully, my new Blazer will treat me better. So far, it’s gorgeous and rides like a dream! Knock wood.
Miracle number three came along on Saturday morning. Six years ago, an ingredient in some french fries triggered a severe allergic reaction. It was so bad, they thought I might have had a stroke. Since that day, my life has been a living hell. I have been suffering from extreme mouth sensitivity and dryness about six months out of the year.
After extensive testing by a team of doctors, they determined that I didn’t have a stroke. However, they didn’t know what I had. Some unnamed malady that caused extreme mouth dryness and sensitivity. When I drink a Coke Zero, I almost pass out from the pain. Raspberry vinaigrette dressing, call 911! Brushing my teeth feels like I’m using a Brillo pad on a stick. The Affliction, as I call this nightmare, usually gears up in early fall and doesn’t ease up until late spring.
On Friday evening, I was speaking with my younger brother at a birthday party, and it turned out he was suffering from a lot of the same symptoms. He sent me a text the next morning with a link to Wikipedia, for something called Burning Mouth Syndrome. As I read through the symptoms, I realized this was miracle number three. Having a name for an affliction that has plagued me for over six years is a true blessing indeed.
I have since joined a Facebook group that has thousands of fellow BMS sufferers. Hopefully, someone will be able to tip me off to a treatment plan. However, having a name for this disease is a victory in itself. So, miracle number three, check.
As it should, credit for all of these miracles goes to God, the source of all miracles. Hopefully, you will soon be blessed by a miracle (or three) in your life. I’m sure they happen every day. Especially on Fridays, in my case!!
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(Author’s Note: The following Friday, I found the deal of the century on OfferUp. A virtually new Acer Chromebook for only $65! Miracle Number Four!!)