The doctors were doing their rounds on the day I was eating a liquid diet and the young lady came in dropped her files on the floor and screamed when she saw me alive. I told them (the doctors),I wanted to get out of Intensive Care and into a private room, they looked at each other and one said maybe after 3:00pm and after we take your temperature if it's good we will transfer you to your own room, I said, "I really need to get out of here today if I'm going to heal," they said OK, Carol. I felt I needed to get out of that unit and be alone without all the commotion of the intensive care.
My husband called and I related the urgency to get out of intensive care and into my own room, I really felt I would've died if I didn't get out of there and I told my husband as much, so he asked me to give the phone back to the nurses and when I did I heard the nurses say to my husband, "She's fine, she just wants to get out of here." They gave me back the phone and my husband tried to calm me by assuring me he would be there as soon as work was over and he would see about transferring me then.
My husband got there and talked with doctors, and I was moved about 5:00 or 6:00pm that evening to a private room on the epilepsy floor. This was just as bad to me as being in the intensive care, I still couldn't hear/meditate, because of the patients that were having seizures all night long. I would hear patients constantly banging their heads against the railing and rattling the bed rails so loudly that I couldn't sleep or anything else. I would hear the nurses calling for each other to come help them gain control of the tormented bodies that were jolting back and forth. Daily I would ask the doctors, while they worked their rounds, if today was the day I got to go home, I told them I couldn't rest there, especially at night, you see, I truly believe that night is when the enemy is at his worst during the midnight hours.
All of hell seems to brake loose and make all kinds of ungodly havoc, this is when the patients would cease the worst, much worst than in the daytime, I remember one young lady on our floor was there because she was suicidal and had to have a guard posted out side of her room 24/7 for her own protection, I don't know why she was on our floor? We were fighting to live, she wanted to die. Maybe because there was no where else they could put her for one reason or another. I had been there for about 8 days now and I was recovering rapidly, I amazed the doctors at the rate I was recovering, but they still wouldn't let go home until I satisfied their medical findings I suppose?
Day after day, I grew stronger, and stronger visitors came and left, prayer was constantly spoken over me by the saints and I was grateful, first of all to God, and then to the doctors. I told the doctor on one of his occasions to visit (rounds), after he finished that particular day "I know you went to school and learned to become a neurologist and you are the best in the state of Illinois or so I'm told, I hope you don't think of me as being ungrateful when I say this, but I know who saved my life, it was the God of my salvation and not you per say, though I appreciate all you've done for me and may God bless you for it, but I want you to know that I know". He just nodded yes and then quietly left my room.
After 14 days in hospital I was finally released to go home. It was a gloriously bright and sunny day outside. I was so relieved and so happy to be leaving I didn't even wait for the ever popular wheelchair ride to the front door, instead I walked out of that hospital holding my husbands arm with our little girl walking beside us.
My husband and I reconciled and he moved in with me bringing our daughter with him of course. We move breath and have our being in HIM today thanking him daily for His WORD and knowing the Word won't return to him void, but FULL of what he sent it out to accomplish. He sent his Word out to Heal me! Amen!
Love in Christ
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