Last week I became more and more sick and by Monday we went to the doctor and for a variety of reasons they said I needed to be admitted to the hospital. They said, don’t go home, don’t collect $200, just go straight there.
My resting heart rate was 147, low blood pressure, vomiting brown stuff, severe fatigue, etc.
They got to work on me so fast when I arrived, but then we started waiting. These fevers I’ve had for a couple months could very well be related to my kidneys being full of infection and not allowing everything to pass through the body as it should. Mind you, we’ve been on tons of antibiotics since mid November trying to kill “an infection” somewhere. Wednesday interventional urology performed a CT guided procedure to insert a drain to my left kidney. They sent this to be cultured and learn what is the right medicine. … waiting ... today they took a CT to see if I’ve developed a partial block in my colon. No results yet … waiting …
Tuesday I was supposed to be in OKC to discuss a clinical trial. Now we don’t even know when we can reschedule with this turn of events…waiting…once we figure out the infection and what to do about it (to avoid getting cdif by throwing wrong antibiotics at it), then I may find out when they will put a stent into my ureter to help hold it open for clear passage while infection finishes clearing. And this will tell us when we can reschedule the clinical trial appt. …waiting…
We aren’t accustomed to waiting in this culture. Everything we want to have can be in our doorstep in a matter of days. What we want to eat can arrive in less than 20 minutes. Information lives in the phone we have on us at all times. We order items online so we don’t have to wait to check out at the store. We live in a grab & go culture, but yet many times God asks us to wait. To be still even, while we wait.
I don’t understand the timing of any of this and why it has to take so long, but I do know who is behind the scenes at work. In that I find rest and peace from my hospital bed.
