We have been busy with life again. I just don't know how it happens. It's like slipping on a banana peel, you don't see it there and the next thing you know you're just sitting there on the ground. That happened to me last Thursday, one minute I am at work and the next thing you know, two and a half days later, I am begging the doctor to let me go home.
I guess they finally concluded, after every test they could do, that I had a flu, bronchitis and pneumonia. Oh but that's not the half of it, while I was there I was given breathing treatments every 4 hours for possible asthma. Insulin shots for diabetes, blood pressure medicine, oxygen. Then the best thing of all they found a small mass on one of my lungs But it is nothing to worry about they say.
This all happened to a person who has never been in the hospital, other than to have three babies and two of those were less than 24 hours. When I recount this whole thing it sounds made up, but I have the have the doctors note that said I could return to work.
I feel bad though, I was really getting cranky by the second day and went off on the poor old man next door. I was just getting tired of him calling out every 10 minutes "Is anyone out there?" Then when no one came he would knock over his IV pole just to get their attention. At one point I took off my oxygen and went next door and asked him if they had not shown him how to use the call button. I felt bad afterwards, but it was driving me crazy!
I really had to ask God to forgive me for that one. I was just worried about not getting out until Monday. My job is one of those where if you don't work you don't get paid. So you can see my concern, right? February was already a short month and missing work on Friday... well you can understand.
I sort of slipped on my "banana peel" faith, yes I slipped. I forgot to put it in the Lord's hands and let him have control. I was trying to be in control.