4F

According to Wikipedia, 4F, Is a military classification under the United States' Selective Service System for candidates found to be unfit for military service after formal examination by the Entrance Processing Command

I've never been in the military, but I'm sure, not only am I too old, I would be 4F.  According to even my definition, I'm 4F, which is full figured and fifty-five.  I've been doing some thinking about health and life expectancy and mandated health insurance, and after last Wednesday, I've made a few decisions.  I am absolutely certain I do not want any medical intervention in the form of health care, so I'll pay the tax.  I can't expect my Heavenly Father to take care of my health, if I don't do what I can to take care of my body.  That means exercise and a healthy kosher diet.  It also means, less stress, more rest, and more Bible time.

The other day, not the day of my "spells" but the day after, really got me thinking.  First, at 55 with a history of heart attacks in the men in my family, not to mention my fullness of figure, I'm guessing I would have been quite the test patient in the ER.  Add to my age and history, an MS diagnosis and the fact that I have not been seen by a doctor since before 9/11.   I'm guessing I'd have at least spent the night in ICU with all sorts of tubes and wires.  The next morning, if I'd have awakened, there would undoubtedly have been a plethora of tests scheduled and a myriad of specialists to see.  Knowing about King Asa, I may not have awakened had I sought physicians, rather than YHWH, but if I had, I cannot imagine the battery of tests and procedures planned.

As that Thursday continued to unfold, with no further symptoms, I gave thanks that fear of death is really not a part of my life.  I also realized a great confidence in just paying the mandated tax.  Medicare tax is figured out of my income, and I don't use that either, so I really don't see any difference.  

I am not a doctor and I don't play one on TV but I was able to piece together an incident that may have contributed to my situation that Wednesday.  Monday afternoon, I had taken an Epsom Salts bath and used it with conditioner.  Our skin is our largest organ and it does absorb into our blood stream that which is rubbed on or added to a bath.  I even posted my trauma about the hair incident, but as I read about magnesium sulfate, it could be I simply had overdone in the bath tub as well.  

I am grateful to have been shown what I saw this week and very thankful that I didn't make the choice King Asa made.  I don't want to stand before my Maker because I lacked faith, I want to stand before Him because my numbered days are accomplished and it's time to clock out and go home!