Monday, January 17, 2011

I am a vapor in a wind storm.

Well, it seems time has finally caught up with me in the health department. Like I said, the stomach issues have been pretty consistant and I've not been sleeping well plus headaches, but I assumed it was stress related ... or just... living in Zambia...

This morning I had breakfast with Heather (oh yea, Heather is here! She came Thursday night) and the Williamsons and was fine so I went to Airtel (a phone provider, basically like a verizon store) to have them help me with my new phone. As the woman was talking to me I litterally started sweating buckets. In a matter of two minutes I had sweat through my shirt, and I was leaving drops of sweat from my face on the counter. The woman was like... "ummmm are you ok? It's not that hot and you are really really sweating..." My hair was starting to be wet from so much sweat so I told her i'd come back another time since I obviously had a fever that just broke and as I was saying the sentance BOOM. Next thing I know I am on the ground being slapped awake by the customer who had been behind me in line. They got me upright off the floor and gave me some water and led me to a chair and then the woman who's desk I was sitting at asked if I was pregnant because I hit the ground hard and as she was saying that... BOOM off the chair and back onto the floor. They left me there this time and just put a guy's sweatshirt under my head and tried to use my phone to call Megan (the security guard had taken my keys so i wouldnt drive) but i was having all sorts of issues witht he phone so after a bit I said I was ok, and was just going accross the street so they let me leave.

Luckily the security guard had rushed to grab my phone, keys and purse and held on to them throguh all of this for which I almost kissed them cause they could have been gone in 30 seconds. When I got home Megan firmly scolded me for driving after all that and then took me straight to the clinic where they did blood work and urine analysis... and it turns our I have a severe infection which is why I got the fever and everything. The doctor showed me my test results and told me what numbers I should have been at and where I was now. He said basically it's obvious that I've had this for a while and asked why I didn't do anything before. I told him I had no idea I had it and he said "have you had stomach issues? using the bathroom frequently? headaches? losing sleep? feeling nauseaus and dizzy?... (i said yes to all) and he said.... And you know that's not normal, right?" I told him, Sir- this is Africa, that's how I've been defining normal. My fever is at 102F and the headache is pretty bad so today I am just sleeping and finishing a few things for work from home.

This Saturday, I went to Munda Wanga with some friends from the youth group- Corry, Chanda and Janice. It's a zoo/botanical garden. It ended up POURING rain the whole day, but we had paid and commited so we walked around for about two hours- Chanda and Corry sharing one umbrella and Janice and I sharing the other. We all got pretty wet and muddy and then went to the Youth Group meeting after that. By the time we got home Corry had already gotten a fever and headache. I am sure the weather didn't help my situation much! Unfortunatley Christian, who I mentioned in the previous blog, did not come for the meeting or church on Sunday- I had really been hoping to see him.

This week I've got a lot planned with scheduling and organizing everything so that the following week we begin cruising through work like a well oiled machine. I pray that this medication heals me quickly and allows me to get moving on the things I need to get done.

Even as I'm writing that, I'm reminded of James 4:13 "Come now, you who say today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a place and spend a year there engaging in business and making profit. You do not know what your life will be like tomorrow- you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, say, If the Lord wills we will live and also do this, or that."

His plan. Not mine. His plan. Not mine. His plan. Not mine....

1 comment:

  1. Well, I have to agree that you deserved a scolding from Megan! I'm also very glad that you know now what is wrong. Praise God for taking care of you and all of your things! :)