|Only 4 more days until departure!|
Anyway, I got to mom's and was able to spend a bit of time with her and my brother, even stopping by my brother's house to see my neices. Then we went back to mom's house so I could get some sleep before heading back out on the road the next day.
The past few times I've visited mom's house, I've started to have minor allergy issues. Itchy, runny eyes, runny nose, even some itchy skin. I am allergic to only a few things that I know of: Ibuprofen, Cinnamaldahyde, and my mom's dog, Benji. (That last thing is the sad one, since Benji is the only dog in my life that I have ever really liked...and up until she moved into her new apartment, I could be around him with no problems). So when it was time for me to go to sleep, we made sure the dog was out of the room, and closed the door. After trying for awhile to get to sleep, I found I couldn't, because my eyes were hurting. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and realized that my eyes were swollen. At that point, I was just tired, so I told my mom not to worry, I'd just go sleep in the car. My daughter brought a pillow from home, so I used that as well as a blanket from my trunk, and tried to settle in for the night.
|(This is not me, but this is what I looked like...well, maybe not the lips, but the eyes for sure!)|
I don't remember alot of what happened in the hospital, but boy am I grateful for my mom! I guess she'd been talking to me the entire car ride there, because she told them everything that was wrong with me. It also helps that she has close relationships with the doctors and nurses there, as their coworker, and I know I received the best care possible. I was given a cocktail of an IV, and drifted off into a medical stupor. I don't know how long I was asleep, but a nurse came in, and told me that alot of the swelling had gone down in my face, so I could go. I was given a large dose of a steroid (of which I am still taking, and weaning off of), and discharged right then. What seemed to take all night really only took about 3 hours, from when I first noticed until discharge. I remember my mom asking me on the way back to the house if I wanted to check into a hotel room...I said no, I'd just go sleep in the car, since a hotel would be a waste of money (I planned to be on the road by 9am). I did just that...I think I was so done in by the medicine, I could have slept on concrete!
One week from departure, and Satan tries to stop the work that God has planned out. It was written before I ever thought about it, and this trip is God's will. He has a plan, and has chosen me to be one of the people to help Him in this case. "Here am I; Lord, send me." (Isaiah 6:9).
On another note, on the way to work this morning, I prayed. For guidance, for patience, and not to worry. My local Christian radio station then began playing the song that helped me name this blog, and I KNEW that everything would be alright. God's hand is all over me, this situation and this mission trip. 4 days, and we will be there. Let's go!
Here are the lyrics that inspired the title of this blog: from the song "I Refuse" by Josh Wilson:
So now, as I finish my packing, and prepare to depart with my team, I ask that you stay tuned. We will be blogging from Prague, and updates will come from my team members as well as myself. I look forward to this experience, and thank God for the opportunity to Go and Do, and Refuse not to move!
Thanks for being faithful readers, so far!