Last night my Mother went to the ER. She was at dialysis and was complaining that her hip hurt.
Before I go any further, I will tell you some events that led up to this trip to the ER.
Last Sunday afternoon, my Mother dropped something on the floor and was reaching down to pick it up and she fell. Now my Mother is 79 years old, uses a wheeled walker, has diabetes, leagally blind, on dialysis three times a week and bad knees that she never got fixed when she was younger because she was afraid of the pain from surgery.
Mom told my wfie and I on Monday night she fell. She said she hurt her hip but otherwise ok. Both my wife and myself told her, she probably brusied her bone and it would take a couple of weeks for it to get better. My Mom is a chronic complainer. She complains just about everything, not being able to see very good, about her knees hurting, aches in the fingers, being to cold or to hot, about us not spending enough time with her, so on and so on. You could spend hours with her and she would complain about how she was kept up to long.
Yesterday, I take her to dialysis, and she tells me she thinks that when she fell she cracked her pelvis bone. I told her if she whould have cracked her pelvis bone, she would not be able to put any pressure on her legs at all, not alone walk. Speaking from experience, when I was in my early tweenties, I fell from ten foot onto a concrete floor, causeing major damage to my right elbow that I can no longer extend all the way out and had a hairline crack on my pelvis. When I tried to stand on my feet I immediately felt an unbelievable pain go up my leg and then fell quickly back to the floor.
Back to Mom, I drop her off at dialysis and she continued to complain about her hip. The nurse was so concerned that she called an ambulance and had her taken to the emergency room, then she called us. I was upset at the nurse for doing this backwards. We should have been the first call, and we should have been the ones to decide whether or not she needed to go to the ER. Anyway, a series of test were done and at just before 1 a.m. the doctor came back and said there was nothing wrong and she just brusied her bone and it would take a few weeks for it to get better. “Did I write that somewhere before?”

Two things to remember when you are a cronic complainer, people don’t want to be around you, They have problems of their own and the last thing they want to do is hear about yours.
Complaining alot may get some people’s attention, but to those close to you its like the boy who cried wolf. When you are really hurt, the ones that are closest to you won’t take you seriously because they have heard it so many times before.
God doesn’t want us to be chronic complainers. God teaches us through Paul in the book of  Corinthians that we are to be content in the situation we find ourselves in and to look at God for our direction. What we see as a mountain, but trusting in God for his direction will turn out to be a mole hill. What may seem impossiable, is very possiable if God is in control. Don’t be a chronic complainer, be content in the situation you are in and look to God for directions.