I WROTE THIS A FEW DAYS AGO BUT WASN'T ABLE TO PUT IT UP SO HERE YA GO-- THE FULL STORY
So for those of you who haven’t heard the story, here goes. ..
Wednesday was our last day in Serampore (a village about 2 hours outside of Kolkata). We had planned on leaving around 4 or 5, but when we went over to the school with intentions of staying all day, they informed us that we had to leave within 15 minutes. There were 2 kids that needed to go to the hospital, and they needed us to escort them. It was so frustrating to have to leave so soon without the chance to say a proper goodbye. But now in retrospect, I see the Lord’s plan in it all.
As a side story, on the way to Kolkata both kids (that were sitting on either side of me) threw up. They are not used to riding in cars, so they got really sick. The little boy starting gagging, so I picked him up to put him at the window and he threw up into the wind, getting it all over me. The amazing thing is that I didn’t gag and I didn’t try to get it off right away. I was more concerned for him and his sister (who was now hanging out of the window) then the throw up covering my arm and shirt. I got a rag to wipe off his face and he threw up into the rag and all over my hand. I gave them both water and sanitizer and Danielle and I tried hard not to show them how hard we were laughing. I made them both lay down on my lap and they were fine the rest of the way. I felt so bad for those little guys.
Anyway. We got to Kolkata and did our running around at the hospital, and took the kids and another family to McDonald’s. We went to the mall, ran some errands and then got in a taxi to go to the pastor’s house for Bible study. We were right around the corner when I got the sharpest, most intense stomach pain I’ve ever had. I grabbed Danielle’s leg and moaned and groaned. I moaned all the way to the elevator, all the way to the pastor’s door. The pastor’s wife gave me some lime juice, but it just wasn’t helping. I went and laid down in one of her bedrooms with the hopes that I could just cry it out and let whatever it was pass. I’d originally thought that it was my ovarian cists… but the pain was so much more than that. (this is around the time that we were supposed to be leaving serampore for the 2 hour drive to the hospital) I lay on the bed writhing in pain, then somehow ended up kneeling by the side of the bed, crying in hysterics. I tried to stand up and got really dizzy and fell. My body was shaking and I had that pins and needles (kind of like when your foot falls asleep) all over my body. I was terrified. I went to the bathroom just hoping that I would pass whatever it was. I won’t go into dirty details, but let’s just say that I threw up…out of my butt. When I went to flush I saw a little blood and got really scared. My stomach was still cramping really bad. I went to the sink to put cold water on my face and saw in the mirror that I had broken out in terrible hives. This has never happened to me before so naturally, I was so scared. I started crying uncontrollably and got Danielle and said we needed to go to the hospital. The Bible study group stopped their worship songs to pray for me and then one of the guys there said he would drive us. A woman who I had yet to meet came along and she ended up being my own personal angel.
Danielle called the hospital CEO’s wife and within the 10 minutes it took for us to get to the hospital, she had called in 6 additional doctor’s and specialists to check me out. It was overwhelming to be laying on a gurney with 6 face’s I’ve never seen looking at me and 12 hands poking me and pushing me and asking me questions and speaking to each other things that I couldn’t understand. I started cramping really bad again and thought that I might need the bathroom. They put me in a wheelchair and rushed me to the elevator and then on to my room. (I have to say that was really fun!) It was a false alarm though because I still have yet to poo. Which is not good-so pray for me. When I got to my room and they gave me my hospital garbs, I just had to laugh. Pink. Pink everywhere! I was like, “this is worse than the cramps, get me green!” “Oh no mam. You have to be a doctor to wear green.”
So my personal angel (Joti) and Dr. Gosh held my hand and put an arm around me while they put the IV into my hand. Dr. Gosh was so sweet trying to distract me. “What country are you from? Say. Oh, I have a sister in New York. Do you watch the Yankees? How many meters of snow do you have there? Say.” I was like, “STOP TRYING TO DISTRACT ME!” And as the nurse (who ended up being my favorite one) was injecting ACID into my veins, the doctor says, “thank sister for giving you injection.” I was like, “No way. I’m not grateful right now.” He said, “Thank sister. She is helping you.” I said, “Ok. Thank you sister enemy even though I don’t like you right now.” They all laughed and then I felt good. Drugs are nice….
So that’s basically the story. The hours that have followed are filled with painful antibiotics that make me scream and cry with every injection. Thankfully, they gave me a break and let me sleep last night without IV interruptions. I was so grateful for that because the constant pumping into my veins is so extremely painful. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. As far as my condition goes, it’s officially Colitis, but they are not sure as to the cause yet. They’re waiting for me to poop which is proving to be very difficult. In the meantime, I am weak and nauseous but I’ll take that over the pain any day. Even the injections are better than the pain. Oh AND I had my first butt shot. There’s a video of that. Not sure if I’ll put it up yet. Hahaha.
Being in the hospital for my last few days here was definitely not in my agenda. I haven’t been through much suffering in my life, so this has been the most difficult thing I’ve ever experienced. Being so helpless, so weak, in so much pain, having to depend on other people (most who don’t speak my language) is the toughest thing I’ve ever had to endure. It may not seem like much to you, and maybe if I was in the states, it would be easier to deal with, but being in a foreign country and being admitted into the hospital for the first time, and having uncontrollable pain is miserable. I’m so fortunate to have my cousin here with me by my side. I honestly don’t know what I would do if she weren’t here. Her presence definitely eases the stress off my family and off of me—and she definitely makes me laugh a lot more than I probably should, given the circumstances. I know that God is watching over me and protecting me and taking good care of me. I’m trying not to feel sorry for myself. It’s easy to ask “why me? what did I do wrong?” But I know that he is good and that he always has a plan. I trust him completely, no matter what. It sucks, but He’s so good.
And that is the God-honest truth.