I had a bit of a health scare last week - it all started with the stomach flu, which led to a serious case of dehydration, which caused me to pass out and have a episode of muscle spasms, which led to some cuts and bruises and a very sore head. I'm completely fine now, but last week reminded me how incredibly blessed I am and what an amazing family I have.
After my little episode I was sitting there, dazed and confused, honestly not understanding what had happened. But I kept hearing this still, small voice telling me I needed to call my sister (who lives nearby) and tell her what happened. I finally picked up the phone, she, of course, urged me to go to the doctor. I, of course, said no (I have a thing about doctors and hate to go.) I just asked her to call me back in an hour or so and check on me.
My sister got off the phone and this time she was the one who heard that small voice. This one told her that I was wrong and she needed to get me help. She put her work on hold, got my brother-in-law to come home and watch their kids and called me back and told me whether I wanted to or not we were going to the doctor. She even managed to track down my parents (which I thought was impossible since they were camping and out of cell phone range.)
My sister got me to the doctor and set there with me for several hours while they gave me IV fluids and my mom showed up soon after so I didn't have to spend the night alone.
I'm so grateful for the promptings we felt that day, and that we acted on them. I know that things could have been much worse if I hadn't gotten the help I needed when I did. I'm also feeling incredibly blessed to have the kind of family that drops everything when someone is in need.
Monday, October 3, 2011
I'm here for you
In sinking sand
Just grab my hand
And with all I have
I'll hold on
Matt Wertz: FamilyPin It