Please know that this entry of Life with Lynnie (LwL) was not written and published on the date posted. It was done after I returned home from the hospital.
In yesterday's LwL entry, dated Saturday, February 1st, I let you know that I was going to hospital.
If you read the entry you'll be aware that I had seen my daughter P's doctor, who gave me a note on his prescription pad, letting the hospital know what he felt I needed. But, I wasn't able to go directly there.
At home, I needed to prepare for being admitted at hospital, once again. Plus, I had some personal things I needed to do.
Later, P picked me up at home and drove me to the emergency room (ER). To my surprise, the only waiting I did was to see the triage nurse.
After taking my information, she checked my blood pressure. Then, we were taken into the ER area, where a bed was waiting for me.
When I saw the location, I recalled being there with my now deceased husband Gordon's mom. It amazes me that even in extreme pain, my mind recalls flashbacks from the past.
I was grateful for receiving assistance, immediately.
Truly, I cannot say how long it was that I was in that bed. Once I was examined, then I was moved to a bed where I would be treated.
Once in the treatment area bed, I was treated the way P's doctor had determined.
They put me on extremely strong antibiotics once again, intravenously. I received medication for pain.
One thing that surprised me, was the fact that I didn't feel stressed. I felt peace.
Peace that can only come from God.
Just as He told us in Philippians 4:7, "And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."
It seemed that I wasn't alone feeling peaceful.
My daughter P, seemed to be the same way. For this I praise God! Thank You, Lord!
One thing I felt badly about was that she stayed with me until close to 6:00 a.m.
P kept telling me she didn't want to leave me. I insisted that she go get some rest. After all, she has a family to consider.
As she left to go home, to get some sleep, I prayed for her.
Until next time...
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