If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that Tuesday was a stressful day.
The stress didn't end once I left the hospital.
Originally, I was scheduled to see my surgeon/doctor, but while I was at the hospital, I received a text message letting me know that my appointment was cancelled. I would see him Wednesday, instead.
This made me wonder what would happen with regards to me receiving the super-antibiotics intravenously. And, I had finished taking the other super-antibiotics by mouth.
Here I was, hooked up to the pump, receiving a minimal amount of fluid. And, it would run dry within a handful of hours.
What would happen, now?
I called my surgeon/doctor's office. The receptionist told me she would contact him, and get back to me.
During a conversation with my nurse, she suggested I keep contacting the receptionist. So, I did.
After all, my nurse needed to see me. Either she had to change the bag of fluid, or unhook me from the pump.
Which was it to be? I had no idea.
With not hearing back from the surgeon/doctor's office, my nurse came and unhooked me.
Eventually, the receptionist got back to me. She told me I was to remain on the super-antibiotic and let me know that she had faxed the prescription to the drug store, in Amherstburg.
When I notified my nurse that she would have to return, she let me know she couldn't return unless the surgeon/doctor's office contacted both the government office of CCAC, and her company. And, she let me know I needed to have the surgeon/doctor's office do this.
Being late in the afternoon, I was rather uptight, not knowing whether or not I would be able to reach the receptionist. I did, praise God!
The receptionist let me know that she wasn't calling anyone, because the surgeon/doctor had not instructed her to do so. Sigh...
I let her know that if she didn't do this, then the prescription would not be filled, and I would have no medication or nurse. She told me to have my nurse call her.
Immediately upon hanging up the phone, I notified my nurse. She agreed to call the surgeon/doctor's office.
By early evening, the delivery of the IV bags, was made. Then, I had to call my nurse and and her employment agency, to have her come out to my apartment, a second (2nd) time for the day.
Sigh... I knew this wouldn't go over well with CCAC, but I truly had no control over any of this situation.
All I could think of once this dilemma was resolved was... was any of this stressful situation really necessary? Couldn't any of this been sorted out, before I was finished the last bag of my medication?
A thought came to mind. After my CT scan, I asked the technician when my surgeon/doctor would receive the results. I had been told, probably by the end of the week. Unless he happened to be at the hospital. If so, he could access it, through their computer system.
I began to wonder, if this is what happened. I felt rather upset and anxious at the thought that possibly the results of the CT scan wasn't good. And, maybe he knew it.
As I continued to pray, a Bible verse came to mind. While some versions use the word 'anxious', the KJV that I normally quote, does not. Philippians 4:6-8, "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."
I'm sure you realize I prayed for healing for myself. And, for others.
As I prayed and gave thanks to God, even for this horrible situation, I felt myself once again calming down.
How grateful I am for God's Word. In my heart, I believe this is one reason that He gave it to us. This way, whenever we are anxious, heart-broken, or in need of support, we can draw on it.
At least, we can if we've read it and are able to recall what we need to remember, when we need it.
If you do not read God's Word, the Bible, then I will suggest you do so. No one is guaranteed an easy life.
All our help comes from our Lord. Please... get to know what He said, and what He promised. This way, you can receive the comfort you need, when you need it.
Just, as I do.
Until next time...
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