"What can not be changed must be endured." This was the idea of playing in my head waiting for the results of my blood and urine chair this lonely section surgery. I was waiting for the decision of doctors. I pray to God for his divine power, have an upset stomach, so it does not require serious medications. I had no money, no family around me was in a foreign country.
He was 22 years. I was anxious to seeHoop house that I decided to leave my two years in a mathematics professor at a university in the Philippines. With sincere prayers, I went to Thailand, where I felt I needed teachers. I do not know anyone in this country. I was a stranger. Forty days I had trouble finding a job. I was too full of difficulties, including difficulties in communication, in which many people do not speak or understand English. Before it was over my money at all, Godgave me a job only in the capital, which could have easy access to everything, especially the Church.
However, my struggle is not over. Barely a month into my new job, I woke up one morning with a lack of pain on the right side of my abdomen. It's terrible. While he was being watched, which is outside. But it is not, so he prayed. All day the pain was neutral, but it disappears. I was still hoping that it was nothing. So the next day, Monday, I went to schooleverything seems normal. After the second period, however, about ten o'clock in the morning broke the terrible pain and I could not bare more. The owner of the school gave me a van to carry the hospital. Nobody escorted me out of the driver, returned to school shortly after I took the bus. I hold your breath to control pain. After several interviews have been for the operation that started everything was controlled. Pending the outcome ofThe tests are said to me, not eating or drinking.
No words to explain exactly what I felt then when you hear the words of the doctor, surgery. The surgery was the last thing on my mind. The doctor explained that the situation was an emergency. I suffered from acute appendicitis. I received a call from my foreign principals, an American who was very kind to me. He tried to console saying that it would be a simple and fast. And before you knowwas on a stretcher on the way to the operating room with dextrose and anti-I infection in the blood. I was stone and controlled. E 'was 1 August 2005, at 6:30 on the clock at night.
I dreamed I heard voices in the distance. He heard people talking, but I could not understand. Then I heard what I said, "Miss Lee! Awake!" I was awake but could not open his eyes. Then I hit a terrible pain. It was from this point on my abdomen. I screamed, "Mother Father." IAsk for help. But I felt around me were people speaking a foreign language. The pain was unbearable, but I have an injection of morphine. It's been a terrible four hours before he was given another opportunity analgesic. I did not realize that my eyes were fixed on the clock, having to wait for hours at the mercy of analgesics. But, if it is something else terrible. Glucose was removed and the drug injected into my veins related to the needle. TheFeeling the force of my veins as the drug clears the way it was unforgettable. The other hand holds the arm rigid. But the pain was a blessing. Fifteen minutes of pain in exchange for four hours for pain relief. Another battle he faced and sat on the bed to the toilet to pee. The muscles of the abdominal wound Treaty makes the scream of pain. After 48 hours without food, was hungry. But then I had to wait for the signalDoctors, if I was ready for the consumption of liquids.
I've been blessed with a good heart, surgeons and nurses. They treat me well and take care. He laughed every time you speak to me because her English is broken and badly pronounced. But what really did everything possible to comfort when I cry special. Even low-profile team were very friendly with me. Took turns to help me when I had to go to the bathroom. I was at the station where I could save. I saw the otherPatients conditions were worse than me. Then I heard my attention to pain. I started after my fellow patients who have suffered more than me. I wanted to feel the power is growing on me, and I had to console others. With small steps and with the other hand, my state of dextrose, I went to bed for other patients to visit the station. He could not speak English. It's amazing what was the friendship with them, mainly through smiles, actions, and heat.
I went homethe third day. The school pays my bills first, I paid my salary. I have not received my insurance until then, as have not yet provided. After two weeks of rest, is not fully recovered, but strong-willed, I headed back to work. I need money to survive on my own, especially for my visa. I had to return to work soon.
I asked God why he allowed so much suffering in the first part of my life abroad. And he told me. HeI remember I asked you remove the fear of hospitalization. I was still upset at the thought of needles, blood centers and hospitals. My fear was that he could cause too weak. But after the experience, I was in a strong-willed woman of courage willing to accept fate still under the protection of God to transform I know that I be careful what you ask in prayer, so I could get from the hard way. Above all, I think that consolation in that no matter how difficultThe challenges waiting for me in the way that God is always there to help me endure and overcome.
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