Hopefully, you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while. If so, you'll be aware that I did not write and post this entry of LwL on this date.
Due to being in hospital, I have written this and other entries and posted them, to fill in the time gap letting you know what transpired while I was in hospital.
On May 22nd, my last full day in hospital, my surgeon/doctor came in to see me, as he did most days.
Once again, I pointed out that the drainage tube that was supposed to allow fluid from around the mesh inside me to drain, wasn't working correctly. It wasn't draining, except at times after the nurse had flushed it.
Glancing down at the bag attached to the drain, we noticed that it was leaking. My surgeon/doctor suggested I have the nurse change the bag.
Later on, after shift change occurred, my nurse came in and decided she would change the bag attached to my drainage tube. When she returned, she went to unhook the bag and found it was clogged, and so was the length of tubing attached.
Off she went to locate another section of tubing to run from the blue tube draining from my gut, to the bag that she was to hook up. When she returned, she told me that she couldn't locate a length of tubing, so she would hook up the bag directly to the blue tube.
I didn't like that idea. However, I didn't have a choice. She did it.
About 15 or 20 minutes later, I began hurting. At first, I couldn't understand why. Then, I realized that the bag was pulling on the blue drainage tube.
I rang for my nurse. She returned with a short length of tubing, just a few inches long.
As she was installing it, I let her know that the short length was not going to work. Not only would it still allow for pressure on the blue tubing while I sat, but when I stood up to walk, or even have a shower, the pressure would be tremendous.
She said she hadn't thought about that and let me know that she'd have to go to another department to locate a length of tubing like I had originally, that allowed me to secure it to my hospital gown, without pulling on the blue tubing.
Upon returning, she installed the lengthy tubing. It worked well. No more pressure.
Even so, that's when the drainage stopped. Totally.
I'm sure you can understand how stressed I began to feel. After all, I had been told that I would be going home the following day.
Even so, I once again took a deep breath... and exhaled, praying to my Lord, to help me. Physically. Emotionally. In all ways.
2 Corinthians 12:9 is the Bible verse that came to mind, "And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
Rather than creating a scene and complaining, I decided to allow God to work in my life. Besides, my nurse already knew that there was a problem with the drainage system. And, I didn't want to cause any further trouble.
In addition, His grace is truly sufficient for me.
Especially, since He is in control of all things. Including, my health problems.
Instead, I just took this problem in prayer to the cross and left it with Jesus.
Until next time...
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