On Wednesday, as my therapist (L) was leaving, she was going over my schedule and to clarify, I said, "So I'll see you in two days?" And she answered, "Yes, see you Friday." I showed up today a little early, but she wasn't there, which didn't make me too nervous because she had said she may do the treadmill while waiting for me. So I got in the pool and started my stretches and etc. Fifteen minutes before my appointment, a different therapist (D) showed up. She looked shocked to see me (never a good sign! ).
She asked me why I was there when I had canceled.
She called L and sure enough, her two previous appointments called in yesterday and canceled and so L marked *everyone* for Friday canceled.
Me again: So I'm canceled?
D said, "I'm here to do my swimming workout, but I'm not sending you home, so let's do a session." I could tell she was just a tad peeved that she had to skip her workout today because I showed up, but she was quickly gracious and worked me hard.
Toward the end, D and I were talking about my hand spasticity, and she gave me this rubber thing to do stretches at home. She showed me how, then had me do a few, then said, "do it under water so we can count this as water therapy."
When my hour was up, she looked at the clock (I'm sure expecting to see that she had only a few minutes before she had to leave) and she exclaimed, "Oh! I showed up an hour early for my workout! I still have an hour to do my workout! How did I read all the clocks so wrong?"
Um, God knew I couldn't handle the anxiety of showing up when I shouldn't have, no one being there for me, and the Y security coming over and telling me to leave (because they did come to the pool to make sure a therapist was actually working with me and I wasn't trying to sneak in free pool time!). God knew I could use a therapy workout today. He didn't want me to waste the hour round-trip.
I am beyond humbled that God is so clearly taking care of little ol' me! I don't deserve his kindness, and I thank Him for His bountiful goodness.