“Oh! I’m feeling dizzy,” Jo glibly announced as she backed away from the swing where her granddaughter was enjoying the ride.
Dale was only too happy to take over for his wife. It was sheer joy to play with little Abby. He was so absorbed in his fun that he didn’t notice when Jo sat down and didn’t get back up.
On the grass, Jo closed her eyes to regain a sense of balance, but it didn’t happen. When she opened them again the sky was still rotating (clockwise) into the ground. She propped herself with one hand against the sideways earth and held her hot head with the other. ‘I need to get back to normal, this is really inconvenient,’ she thought to herself.
“Hey Jo, are you alright?” Dale half-turned to see his wife. She looked strange.
“No, I’m not,” Jo answered in complete honesty. “I’m very dizzy and a little nauseous.” Her head was very heavy. She rolled toward the ground and lay that heavy head right on it. ‘Ahh, that’s better,’ she thought.
“This isn’t good, what’s going on?” Dale asked. He gathered Abby gently from the swing and moved over to where his wife lay flattened on the ground. There was not a puff of air. The humidity was a thick curtain around them.
“I don’t know.” Jo lifted her head just enough to speak. That was a mistake. That small motion caused a nausea-takeover and she lost the contents of her stomach.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Dale was very concerned.
“No,” Jo managed and pressed herself back against the earth, away from the gastric mound, her eyes shut tight against the dizziness.
“I’m going to get you some water and a towel. I’ll be right back,” Dale assured Jo.
As she lay there, Jo was aware of tiny hopping insects from the grass on her arms, but they seemed a long distance away and not worth the effort of brushing off. ‘I’m so very tired. I just want to lie on this grass forever,’ she thought. She inwardly thanked God that Dale was here and that Abby was safe. She wondered if she’d pass out and wake up in the hospital, but she had a certain peace, knowing that God was in control of even this weird situation.
Then Dale was back. Holding a very content Abby in one arm, he knelt down to Jo. “I called Zoey. She’s on her way here now.”
‘Zoey, Jo thought. ‘She’s not due to pick up Abby for a while yet.’
“We love you, Jo and we’ll take care of you.” Dale was very assuring.
When Zoey arrived she came immediately to her mother’s side. Jo was appreciative of the concern her daughter showed. She wanted to let her know, but talking was such an effort.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?” Zoey asked.
“No.” Jo managed and then pulled all her strength back inside of herself.
“I think you should go, but we’ll wait a little while.” Zoey said. “We’re right here, we won’t leave you.”
“Thank you,” Jo said. She didn’t want to go to the hospital because she didn’t know how she’d get to the car. She realized that she didn’t feel frightened, just curious about what was wrong with her and tired, very tired. She was so glad that Dale and Zoey were being so patient, not panicking, just staying right beside her.
Jo spent almost an hour on the ground but eventually she felt strong enough to half crawl, half drag herself to the house. Dale wanted to carry her, but she was afraid the motion would bring the nausea back. In a low crawl position, pushing against the walls of the hallway with her feet, Jo got to the bedroom.
Dale and Zoey managed to get her into the bed and she spent her evening there regaining her strength, sipping water and relaxing, surrounded by a very relieved family.
In the end, Jo felt blessed by the experience. She came away with a renewed appreciation for the support of a loving family and also for the peace of knowing that she was in the Father’s loving arms all along.
She also learned it’s important to stay well hydrated in the hot sun. She’d be less prone to suffer sunstroke.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.