Enough is Enough

I'll be so glad when this therapy for my arm is over and done with. I hate giving up three mornings a week. I can't believe this happened. If anything, it's very frustrating not to be able to do the things I used to take for granted.
Does anyone else besides me get angry with God? Seems like everytime I pray, something else stops working. Years ago I started writing a paper called, "Why do things get worse when I pray?" Ever thought about it? Well, I think I'm going to pick up that paper again and start writing and see what kind of answers I get. Am I angry tonight? Yes, I am to be honest. But this will pass as it always does. I think this was the icing on the cake when I went to get dressed and my arm wouldn't cooperate. Then my knee gave out going down to do laundry and I dropped the whole basket down the steps. Then I dropped paint all over the table because my hand got a cramp in it. Let's see, what else-----went to put the trash out and the bottom fell out of the bag. Well, tomorrow is another day.