They say that if you are
doing the Chief’s (Lord’s) Work, the enemy will try to take you out. I must be doing something the enemy doesn’t
like. I was struck with perorbital cellulites
and had to take an emergency flight to the Bethel hospital where I was treated 6 days
with IV antibiotics. I was released from solitary confinement of room 154 just
before Christmas and made it to Anchorage
to be with my kids! I made the best of my imprisonment as I had one visitor in
which to discuss the Chief’s bigger plans. My nurses and tech’s would come into
my hospital room just to take a respite from everything going on in other rooms
on my ward. It must be a room of peace! One nurse, “Mr. Mark”, invited me to celebrate
Christmas with him, since he had to work on Dec. 25. I graciously declined and told him I needed
to leave to spend Christmas with my family.
My night nurse was a tall, intimidating, older man who flipped on all
the lights to change my IV’s and put eye drops in. The first time he ripped off the surgical
tape that took some skin, I exclaimed, “Whoa! Nice wax job! I think you missed your calling, JC. Do you
have any more tape?…I didn’t have time to shave my legs before I came here!” We had a good nurse-patient relationship after
that. I even saw him crack a smile the
next night and had him chuckling by the end of the week. The chief had me write a different kind of
thank you note that the nursing staff will be laughing about for a while!
Dear JC,
Our relationship needs to end. I am leaving.
You hurt me. LOL Thank you for
helping me “see clearly”. And tell “Mr.
Mark” that I cannot accept his offer to spend Christmas with him. Although it was a nice gesture.
But a lady has to do what a
lady has to do!
Room
154, Shelly
A few days after I got out of
the hospital my 4 wheeler was stolen in Kalskag and hasn’t been recovered. I am going back to Kalskag with no
transportation and a few miles from work in sub-zero temps. Hmmm, I wonder how the Chief will provide for
me when I get back?
There is nothing in my life
that is circumstantial or happenstance.
The Chief has every aspect of my life in His control. Big things like potentially fatal illnesses
and stolen 4 wheelers to little things like making a nurse smile on a hard
day. What would happen if you believed
the same thing? Would there be any room
for disappointment?
