When I get engrossed in a project, like I have been this winter, I let everything else slide, including my healthcare. I had been suffering with tooth pain for a number of weeks, and just kept applying Orajel and carrying on. A couple of weeks ago I noticed a voicemail message I had missed. When I listened to it, it was the dentist’s office calling to remind me of an appointment I had never made. Unfortunately, or so I initially thought, the appointment had been for the prior day. I called the office and explained that I had missed the message, but also that I hadn’t scheduled an appointment. They said that they had called me by mistake, but since they had me on the phone we should schedule an appointment. The earliest one they had available was in April, which I took. Later that day I got another call from the office, saying they just had a cancellation and could I come the next day. I went and had x-rays and an exam, and found I had a badly infected tooth that needed to be pulled. I also had a cavity and needed to schedule a cleaning. When I was leaving, and went to the desk to schedule follow up appointments, the receptionist said: “This is your lucky day. We just had a cancellation, so can you come tomorrow?”
Some people would say it was luck, or coincidence; but I know who was behind it, and no one could ever convince me otherwise. The tooth was pulled, pain is gone, and I’m happy.
Then my refrigerator started making this dreadful loud grinding noise. It would happen intermittently at first, but then more and more frequently. A few nights ago I had to unplug it overnight so I could sleep. I plugged it back in the next morning and it was quiet for a while, then the dreadful noise came back. I told God I had a refrigerator problem and needed help. I looked online for refrigerator repair places and decided to call Donyon’s. They said they would come the next day and it would be $140 for the service call and repair, unless I needed part(s) which would be extra. After I hung up, God told me to move the refrigerator, which I started to do, unbalancing a large vase stored on the top back of the fridge in the process, which smashed on the floor behind it. I plugged in the fridge, pushed it back in place, and returned to painting, not wanting to deal with pulling it all the way out to clean up the broken vase. Since that happened, the fridge has not made a single peep, and is even quieter than it was before it started making the dreadful noise. It was being so quiet I had to open it to make sure it was still running. I thanked God, then called and cancelled the service appointment.
Without pulling the fridge all the way out and looking, I don’t know exactly what happened back there, but I think God used a piece of the broken vase to wedge in and fix whatever was causing all the racket. As long as there isn’t something dead, I don’t worry about what is behind the fridge, so I won’t be looking behind it any time soon. I will continue to be grateful for my refrigerator and dental miracles.