Send to Kindleby BJ Robinson
After warnings from both doctors and nurses, I did not bleed out on the way home. I had no drip, and God kept my heart pumping, even though it was only pumping about twenty percent, as it had been for the past year. My husband did not have to call 911 that day as they said he would. I did not go down like they warned. Ironically, what was supposed to be the best hospital was my worst one.
I am still living as I write this, and I remember only three people in that hospital who were really kind to me once I was in ICU besides a few of the nurses. My nurses were all wonderful before I had a procedure that put me there. One nurse wouldn’t let me see someone who came to see me from the other ward I’d been on and told me she just stopped by to check on me. I didn’t like that because I wanted to see the lady. I could have visitors so I didn’t understand. The lady who cleaned my room warned me daily to watch myself. I would get the feeling that she was warning me about the hospital or something. She would never say what I needed to watch out for, and I never knew what she really meant, but her words always gave me the feeling that I needed to watch myself in that hospital. I had some bad experiences there. This friendly lady was the only one who took the time to clean my room well. Though she didn’t say anything directly, I could tell she was sent to me by God to warn me, but I didn’t understand the warning other than I needed to get out of the hospital since they had admitted they couldn’t help me.
The lady who came to my room daily to get my menu was always so kind and patient with me when I had no written one and she had to repeat the choices. She would always put my tray were I could reach it and eat before my food before it got cold, but others who delivered it would just leave it any place, and I could not get to it until someone would finally come. The physical therapist was the only person who would listen to me and believe me when I said I wasn’t as fragile as I looked. He said I was strong and didn’t need their services. He was honest. He’d seen me walking the halls before I was hooked to all the wires. He’d come to my room while I was no longer allowed to get out of the bed by myself and had me go through a routine. He said I could already do everything he asked me to do, so I didn’t need physical therapy, and he didn’t know why they wanted me to have it. He explained that it was meant for people who had accidents, post-surgery, or people who had strokes and needed to recover.
My regular doctor said I was fragile. Another doctor said so too and said I’d make it through the surgery, that he wasn’t worried about that, but I wouldn’t make it through the recovery or physical therapy because I was too fragile. He said he didn’t want to do anything to hurt me. I told him the surgery was my only chance, and I’d work hard. He said he knew I would, but he didn’t want to take the chance. The physical therapist said I could make it through the therapy. Meanwhile, I’d said my prayers and asked God if I wasn’t supposed to have those surgeries, to let something happen so I wouldn’t. He answered my prayers. At first I had prayed to let me grow strong and be a candidate for a heart transplant or heart pump, but I changed my prayers when the doctors kept telling me I wasn’t a candidate, and I prayed God would let me go home again and be with my husband and pets. I told the doctors and nurses since there was nothing they could do for me there was no point in my staying any longer.
The regular doctor kept telling me I thought I was getting better, but I wasn’t. When he first saw me, he took one look at me and said, “You’re in a wheelchair.” He refused to listen when I tried to explain that it was a very long walk from the parking lot where we had to leave our car on a hot summer day in the heat. He just looked at me in that wheelchair and said I was fragile. I had just left the previous hospital about two weeks earlier from having fluid drained, so I was skinny, but I was still strong and that hospital had helped me more than any other one. Once the fluid was gone, I could breathe and walk again, but not too far at a time. I was gradually growing stronger and walking around the inside of my home again. Previously, I had to use a scooter for mobility, even inside.
Before that, in the spring, I’d had pacemaker surgery in the first hospital. I will honestly say that the first two hospitals helped me, but the one that was supposed to be the best and count the most just gave up on me and said they couldn’t help me. They gave me no encouragement whatsoever. Yet, the way they got me to go in was to tell me they wanted to build me up, but they never did. I realize they must be able to help many people, but for some reason, they felt they couldn’t help me and just gave up on me. Still, the other two hospitals never gave up on me, were professional, and helped me all they could.
When a doctor acted unprofessional and told me he’d just send me back to my cardiologist, I told him, “Fine. I’d rather work with him.”
Read April’s final serial to discover what happened. Thank you for taking the time to read my devotional.
Won’t you let Him make a way for you? When you need help, ask God. Call upon Him!
Scripture taken from Holy Bible King James Version, edited by Russell Sherrard
Bio:
B. J. Robinson writes Amazon best-selling historical romance and romantic suspense and enjoys writing in various genres. Her newest book, just published in January is A Southern Spring: A Story from a Backyard Swing, clean, wholesome contemporary Christian romance. There are numerous selections readers may choose from among romantic suspense, historical romance, mystery, and sweet contemporary romance. She has authored over thirty books including full-length novels, novellas, and short stories. Many are Amazon best sellers, and some have won awards. She is blessed with three girls, two boys, thirteen grandchildren, and three great grandchildren, her husband, and pets, a golden retriever and a husky. Robinson is an avid reader and passionate writer whose hope is to entertain her readers by taking them on a continuous journey to other worlds while reminding them of the beautiful one yet to come. If you would like to explore the various genres she’s written, please check out her Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/B.-J.-Robinson/e/B007DNJIKU/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1458731934&sr=1-2-ent
