I’ve only ridden in an ambulance twice in my life. The first time when I was 13. I don’t really remember much except I was PETRIFIED! The paramedic was putting an IV in my arm and I hated it. I was so scared. I want my mommy.
This ride was very different. It was extremely bumpy. Didn’t they think to put some shocks or struts or whatever makes my car drive nice and smooth in an ambulance? Seriously, injured people are riding in these things, and they are being jarred out of their minds on their trip to the hospital.
Which makes me think of something, at this point in the story I’m officially on bed rest and no diet because I’m heading into brain surgery as soon as we get to Spectrum. The bed rest was because any change in pressure inside my head could start another bleed that might not be able to be controlled. Great. Oh and I can’t blow my nose, cry, or go to the bathroom. Who knows, if they let me go to the bathroom, I might have to push out a BM and my brain would explode. (slight exaggeration) They were so concerned about my internal cranial pressure, but what if a suffered a concussion from the potholes on I-96? No big deal?
Here is where the grace of God comes in. I was not scared. I did not even think to cry. This is very against my nature as I am a worrier and deathly afraid of all things doctor related. I was more than at peace. I was high on life (no paid meds at this time). I was chatting it up with Dan, my friends, the paramedics, anyone I saw. I was not the least bit concerned about what was happening. God definitely give you the strength you need to get through each circumstance before you.
Now maybe my body was in shock, who knows. I think God was protecting and comforting me. It worked for me!
Our lovely friends followed the ambulance to the hospital and brought our car with them. I was admitted right into the ICU. They had a room ready and waiting for me by the time I got there.
2 comments:
I'm sorry, but I laughed about the potholes. Only you would think of something funny at a serious time like this! You must be related to Luke!
Wow. The peace you experienced (and joy!) is just incredible. I KNOW what you are like around needles, and it ain't pretty! (sorry, but I have the same complex, so I feel like that's ok for me to say) To see you so calm and unafraid in the face of SO MANY needles and such an extreme situation is clearly evidence of God working in you. WOW! The things He does are so incredible.
Love you, Em!
Buzz
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