This is an old phrase I often heard my mother quote. Google was kind enough to succinctly summarize the following: "from Robert Burns' poem To a Mouse, 1786. It tells of how he, while ploughing a field, upturned a mouse's nest. The resulting poem is an apology to the mouse...
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane [you aren't alone]
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry]
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promised joy.
The poem is also the source for the title of John Steinbeck's 1937 novel - Of Mice and Men."
Having grown up on a Kansas wheat farm (and, by the way, "amber waves of grain" are a very real and beautiful sight) and often plowing the fields for my sweet daddy, I can truly identify with Burns' perspective. Many a critter has scurried off as I turned their home on its head, and the gulls happily followed me feasting on the treasures I left behind for them.
Being "left with nothing with grief and pain for the promised joy," is quite the apt conclusion about my day. The doctor did NOT take the drain out today, which threatens to delay my return to Mexico (home). Not only that, this thing gets in my way--it got caught on something Tuesday and yanked really hard--suffered excruciating pain and spent yesterday pretty sick . . . well, just achy and no energy and no desire to eat (TRULY A RARITY FOR ME). I slept most of the day yesterday and felt like a new woman when I woke up today.
I thought perhaps if I explained to the doc about the drain being an impediment for an active woman like me that he would mercifully remove it. WRONG!!! He said, "Activity is counterproductive to getting this drain out. It tends to increase drainage." So . . . I meekly asked, "What about walking? I walk 20-60 minutes a day." "STOP IT! JUST STOP IT," he quickly answered. And then, most firmly he added, "FOR THE NEXT 2 WEEKS YOU ARE A COUCH POTATO."
It was clear that my 5% Fall Challenge was not going to convince him. Then he told me all the things that could go wrong if we don't get the drainage down. Oh, my! He did say that if my drain log could show that it was under his required amount in the next 3 days (he needs 3 consecutive days), he'll fit me in earlier. In the meantime, my next appointment is the day before the flight. He's OK with me going if he decides it's time to take the drain out. I TRULY don't want to NOT know until the day before the flight. I am really praying for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to be under his limit. His parting shot was, "COUCH POTATO. 2 WEEKS."
I truly thought walking was the most benign form of exercise and actually one that would help me recover and keep circulation better for a speedier natural drainage. Who knew! Guess he looked at me and saw an overweight over-65 lady and assumed I was ALREADY a couch potato. Sure would have been nice if he'd told me the day I got out of the hospital or at least at my appointment last week.
Bottom line, no matter how much we set out our plans, we really have to trust in God's timing. "A man's heart plans his way the the Lord determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9
Keeping a stiff upper lip and noticing that drainage is WAY down tonight! Hope floats!