Thursday, December 12, 2013

Infection #3?!

Yesterday, on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I discussed how I felt slightly improved, healthwise.

Yes, I wasn't feeling as dizzy as I had over the prior couple of days.  And, my head felt somewhat improved, not aching quite so much.

However, the coughing continued.  The pain in my lungs, and in my abdominal muscles felt severe.

After posting yesterday's LwL entry, I went to bed.  But, didn't sleep.  Well, at least, not for very long.

It turned out I only had about an hour's sleep.

When my alarm went off, I knew I had to be up and running.  It's easy for anyone to imagine that I was exhausted.  Especially, since my coughing every few minutes had prevented me from sleeping.

My friend M A had suggested on Tuesday evening, that she or her husband take me to either the hospital or my doctor, or even a walk-in clinic.  I thanked them, feeling that since my head seemed clearer, I might be able to drive Wednesday.

Later, my friend M had called me shortly after M A had.  She let me know that she wanted to pick me up about noon and take me for medical care. 

I let M know exactly what I had said to M A.  In response, she suggested we talk around noon. 

Which we did, yesterday.

When I told M I felt well enough to drive myself for medical care, she let me know that if she later found out I hadn't gone, she would come pick me up and take me to the hospital.  Whether I liked the idea, or not.

How I praise God for friends who care for me!  Thank You, Lord!

I phoned my family doctor's office.  Usually, on Wednesday afternoons he's not there.

Believe me when I say I was shocked hearing a pre-recorded message, letting all callers know that he had changed his office procedure.  Instead of running his practice like a walk-in clinic, as he had done for at least a dozen years or so, listeners were told that everyone now had to make an appointment to see him.

Wow!  Be still my heart!

No, I didn't press the button to speak with his receptionist.  Chances are, she wouldn't have given me an immediate appointment, although I cannot be sure.

Rather than find myself upset, or hear that like in the past, he wasn't there on Wednesday afternoons, I decided to just go to a walk-in clinic. 

Besides, only a few weeks ago, he had refused to give me a prescription renewal for antibiotics, claiming that he didn't think I should be on them, even though my body is fighting off infections.  So, why would he do so, now?

After going to the bank, I decided to not go to the walk-in clinic I had originally thought to go to.  You see, I had prayed about it.  Even though it was across the street from the drug store where I have my prescriptions filled, I realized that it's usually filled with families.

So, as I approached a walk-in clinic closer to my home, I stopped there.  Although I had been to the lab in that fairly newly constructed building, I had never been to the walk-in clinic. 

There were people waiting for their time at the lab and/or x-ray area.  Others were waiting at various doctor's offices.  When I reached the walk-in clinic, there was no one seated there.

Shock!  I even mentioned this to the receptionist, who after taking my info and checking my health card, immediately took me in to examination room #1.

Another person was brought into the room next door.  And, after a minute or so, the doctor entered my room.

We discussed why I was there.

He checked my ears and throat, letting me know they looked fine.  This surprised me, because my head and ears were still aching.

He took my temperature and let me know it was 36.9 C, meaning it was normal.

I was absolutely floored!  I commented that I couldn't believe this, since inside me, I was feeling like I had chills rolling through me.  And, I was sweating so much that sweat was running down my face, onto my clothing.

He listened while I explained that I coughed less while being seated or standing, but could hardly sit even partially reclined.  And, hadn't slept more than an hour during the night, due to the constant coughing.

I let him know that I was aware that coughing could cause me to pull a muscle, because I had done so in the past.  But, I also let him know that this wasn't the pain I was experiencing. 

The pain I felt, worse than the pain in my lungs when I coughed, was in the area where my surgery had been for the INCARCERATED HERNIA.

He listened to my lungs.  And, commented to me that it sounded bad, including wheezing.

We discussed my allergies, etc.  Then, he asked me if I had ever used a puffer.  I let him know that I had... as an adult, a few times.

I also let him know that as a child, I used to get Bronchitis, about every year.  But, I had never used a puffer as a child.  I usually just suffered throughout most of the winter, for drugs didn't seem to always cure me.

However, as an adult, since I had been taking the vitamins/minerals that I have used for about 16 or more years now, I hadn't experienced such lung troubles.  Except since my husband Gordon died, letting him know that I am aware that I've been under much stress ever since his death. 

And, stress reduces a person's immune system.  Not to mention that my health had not been good since having the incarcerated hernia surgery 15 months earlier, and am still awaiting more surgery.

It was so nice of him to give me a puffer to use.  He gave me a prescription for antibiotics and cough syrup, letting me know how he felt I needed to take/use it all.

I thanked him.  Then, I asked him if I could ask a question, as he was leaving the room.  He gave me permission.

I asked him why I had such fever-like symptoms, if I didn't have a fever?  He responded that it was because I have infection in my lungs.

Infection?  My heart nearly gave way.

Here I am, already fighting off two (2) infections in my gut.  And, now I have infection in my lungs?!

I stayed calm.  I thanked him, blessed him, and thanked God for him, aloud.  I shook his hand.  And, we went our separate ways.

After all, he had been a caring physician, who showed me mercy, and understood my need.  And had cared for me, so I would not suffer any longer, than necessary.

Thinking of mercy, made me think of Philippians 2:27, "For indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him; and not on him only, but on me also, lest I should have sorrow upon sorrow."  After all, I had read that chapter yesterday, when I used some verses from it, here on LwL.

How grateful I was for God's mercy towards me!

He knew I didn't want to sit for a lengthy period of time, amongst others ill with various problems.  I didn't want to make anyone else sick.  Nor, did I want to pick up something else, from someone else.

He had provided in so many ways.

Like not having anyone there, when I arrived.  Yet, when I left, seats were filled with those needing his care!  Thank You, Lord!

I praised God for Him providing that caring doctor!  Thank You, Lord!

I praised God that I wouldn't have to suffer much longer!  Thank You, Lord!

I praised God that He didn't want me to have a continued situation of sorrow, upon sorrow.  Thank You, Lord!

After all, I am still trying to heal from my other two (2) infections.  And now, I have a third (3rd).

I will always trust Him!  For everything in my life.  Just as I normally do.  Thank You, Lord!

Until next time...

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