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TITLE: A Fearful Stay | Previous Challenge Entry
By Debra Brand
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Anxiety isn’t a laughing matter. It’s real … at least to the person experiencing the effects on the mind.
When my husband and I had Covid, we had surreal dreams about impossible situations. He went by ambulance one night because of dehydration and they kept him. His four-day stay came to an end and he called to have me pick him up.
I packed a set of coming home clothes and headed to town. It was my first experience driving after two weeks of recovery and isolation. I drove within a block of the hospital and my mind refused to continue. I called my daughter and asked if she would pick up her father, turned around, and came home.
The fear of driving continued for a few days after my husband returned. He offered to chauffer me to where I needed to go as I slowly regained my confidence.
But, here I find myself waiting in Room 10 in the emergency department. My heart rate had been spiking even when I was just standing. I would feel panic in a store and needed to leave. A couple of deep coughs slowed my heart rhythm to a normal beat.
The flurry of sounds out in the hall continued to capture my attention. A crying infant’s sounds pierced my heart and silent prayers went up.
Blood draw, urinalysis, heart monitor, and EKG results took time. I could hear discussions about a heart attack and positive Covid cases. Who were they discussing? Me?
A screaming four-year-old boy straining against his mother’s grip on his arm ushered into a nearby room. His sobs of ‘no’ added to the despair and sickness in his body. A concerned phlebotomist and nurse hurried in to calm his fears.
When I saw the phlebotomist next, he said he gave him soothing words and a lollipop. I wished for one, too, but he said I was too old.
Blood work triggered a CT scan. Wait, oh, that means an IV. Great, more trauma to experience. Another hour went by and the doctor finally came in with the news.
Nothing, nothing evident anywhere and I thought ‘so, it’s me’. My mind played tricks on my body. A follow-up is a next step.
Be still my heart and beat normal. My prayers depend upon Him answering but only in His timing and with His wisdom and guidance for my life. He said, ‘Peace. Be still’.
I look for His plan in this season and watch Him ‘in all things work for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
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