My intuition tells me to start this blog post with a definition of “intuition.”
My intuition told me to ask this question on Twitter last night:
My intuition tells me that we could all use a laugh these days.
My intuition tells me to blog every day and share images like these with you:
It looks like the Daily Bitch’s intuition has not served her well.
24 years ago, my intuition told me to get tested for endocarditis (a very dangerous heart inflammation) when I was eight months pregnant and running a fever. I had never had endocarditis but, for some reason, I felt like I might have it. The doctor told me I had the flu and that was why I had the fever but “since you’re here and because of your heart, I’ll test you.” A few days later, I got a phone call, “come into the hospital immediately, you have endocarditis.” They put me on IV antibiotics for six weeks and told me, “This might make the baby deaf.” It didn’t.
After my son was born, I said to my cardiologist, “Why do you think I asked to be tested for endocarditis? There was really no logical reason for me to do that.” He said, “I think somebody up there is looking out for you.” My intuition told me that it was my late father, who had died the year before.
This is what I find on YouTube when I search for “intuition.”
My intuition tells me I will get some great comments on this post.
Thanks to all who have good intuition, including YOU.