Here on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I'll be discussing my health. And, the fact that my nurse told me that I need to go to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital.
Originally, I thought she told me that my incision opening in my gut was six (6) cm deep. However, when I discussed this with her a few days ago, she corrected me. She let me know that originally, it was eight (8) cm deep (about 4").
When she measured it on Tuesday this week, she let me know it was now only about four (4) cm deep. This means that it is about half healed.
To many this may sound good. The fact that the hard lumped, swelled area that gives me pain, located just slightly to the right of my incision, has reduced in size and is less painful, sounds good, too.
However, the pain I experience when she cleans out my opened area, and repacks it, has gotten worse. It's so bad that the pain I experienced over the last few days, has been extreme.
The pain felt like I was being stabbed. And, the pain radiated throughout various areas of the right side of my abdomen.
Plus the fact that the painful, swollen lump is still in place, has created a reason for her to have me go to the ER, to be checked over.
Tuesday, I was very upset. I had told her I couldn't go that evening.
Instead, I did some laundry.
I know. I shouldn't have done it. However, knowing that I will be going back to the hospital, and may be re-admitted, was disturbing.
I needed laundry done. And, realized that if in fact, I end up with surgery again (heaven forbid!), I certainly would not be able to do any laundry, afterwards. At least not for a while.
Besides, Pastor Tom from where I worship at Walkerville Evangelical Baptist Church (WEBC) planned to see me Wednesday evening. At my home.
During my discussion of this situation with my daughter P, I let her know that I would ask my pastor to drop me off at ER. After all, he lives over on the west side, and would have to cross the city, to get home.
P agreed to meet me at the hospital. Or, if it wasn't possible for my pastor to drive me, she would come pick me up. I thanked P and prayed.
My nurse agreed to my suggestion. She gave me a note to take to the hospital, to give to the triage nurse.
Hopefully, this will mean that I won't have to wait for hours in the area where sick people who may be contagious, will be seated. After all, with a reduced immune system, and with having an open wound, it would leave me at greater risk of picking up infection and/or other ailments/viruses.
As for me being happy. I am not.
Still, I will not fear. Instead, I will continue to trust God.
Just as He told us to do, in Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
In my heart, I believe that He will indeed provide healing for me. Total, restorative healing.
As He told us in the Bible verse, He will strengthen me. And, provide me with righteousness. His righteousness. Not mine, for mine is as filthy rags; just as yours is, also.
Trust Him, I will continue to do.
However, if you don't hear from me, or if there are no new postings here on LwL, please know that I was not able to return home, after being checked over. Instead, this will mean that I have been admitted once again, into hospital.
Since their rules of using the internet won't allow me to post here on LwL, you may not hear from me. At least, not until I have returned home.
Just so you know, I'll be dating this LwL entry as Thursday, February 20th, even though I'll be posting it on Wednesday evening.
In the meantime, please know that I pray for you daily, my friend.
And, I would appreciate your continued prayer for healing for me. Thank you. May God bless you.
Until next time...
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