Woke up this morning and felt pretty good compared to the last several days, so I got up and started preparing for work. But within the first half-hour or so of making my coffee and wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I started coughing a lot. Eventually I kicked up a big loog and spit it into the sink. It was full of blood. I mentioned it to Sikki and she wouldn’t let me go to work after that.
I’m really glad I didn’t go in; after several tests and x-rays, the medical community found pneumonia in my left lung. That’s the same lung that had weird inflammation that had the allergist concerned in the past. Well I guess it helps to know why you feel like a fat, tired, out-of-breath heap of animal parts.
They prescribed an antibiotic, an antiviral, and a nebulizer treatment for the next five days or so.
I felt bad because Sikki had to drive me to the doctor first thing — I feel dizzy and see stars whenever I get up so I’m not good driving yet I guess. She didn’t get to work until lunchtime.
I am always in a rush for anything physically wrong with me to resolve quickly so I can get back out and try to stay active. But after praying and trying to follow the directions of the medical community I’m not sure what else there is to do but wait for God’s judgment. The timing was good today that I was able to sit and listen to a short message given this past Sunday by Brother Carl. I was sick and couldn’t go to church on Sunday. Carl has been physically afflicted for the past several months and spoke of how God related to him and loved him during that time, that there were things that God healed in him and taught him that would not have been possible if God had quickly healed his mortal body, as of course he wanted God to do.
His ways are not our ways.