Today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry was not written and posted on this date. If you've been reading, you'll know that I was in hospital and was not able to write and publish any entries.
However, knowing that I want to keep you informed as to my happenings, I decided to take the time to fill in the gap, and post information for you.
Yesterday, I wrote about how shocked I was that a nurse would ask me if I knew about Tuberculosis (TB). As I mentioned in that entry, I was concerned that the woman who had shared my room and nearly coughed to death, may have had TB. No answer was given to me.
Knowing that I felt like I was still in a state of shock, finding out that I had the staph infection MRSA and that I needed to be healed or the mesh inside me might have to be removed, I did my best to stay calm. Whenever I found myself becoming upset, I would focus on Jesus. And, take deep breaths.
One thing that did affect me, was feeling like I was imprisoned.
Being in a private room, with not much space and not being able to leave the area, began to have an effect on me. Once again, I kept telling myself to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.
At this time, I still felt like was in shock over everything that had transpired. And, I found myself praying to overcome a feeling of depression that seemed to cloud my thinking from time, to time.
Doing this and imagining Jesus in my mind, while praying helped me calm down.
Even so, there came a time when I asked if I could go for a walk. After all, for many years, ever since finding out that I have Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), a rare Rheumatoid arthritic condition, an auto-immune disease sort of like Lupus or MS, I've known that I need a blend of standing, sitting, and walking, to keep myself in the best physical condition I can.
Since it had been determined that I was not physically contagious, one of my nurses agreed to go for a walk with me.
You see, my own condition had not much to do with hospital protocol. They had to follow the rules, and so did I.
But, once they knew I wasn't a high risk to anyone, my walking began.
After a few times of having nurses walk with me, they agreed to allow me to walk by myself. In order to do this, I had to promise to not touch anyone or anything. Believe me when I say I agreed to do this!
2 Timothy 1:7, "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
I was grateful that God helped me, by allowing me some freedom. Even if it was only freedom to walk on my own.
And, I was grateful that He helped me to not be overcome with fear. Every time I began to feel fearful, I turned my thinking to my Lord, Jesus. My Great Physician, for whom all things are possible.
And, I praised God for giving me the grace to deal with the situation.
Until next time...
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