Spent 3 straight evenings in horrendous pain due to sinusitis (my personal, non-medical diagnosis, though it started the previous weekend with stabbing, intense pain in my left temple). I stubbornly refused Kens daily advise to go see your doctor because I knew it would be over any day. By late Friday evening the pain in my nostril, watery left eye, cheek, mouth & teeth (even teeth I dont have) and the blotting of blood from my right nostril had me writhing and moaning in pain. The hot steam I continued to stick my face into had stopped providing any real relief. After Ken went into his room, I was able to cry with more expression and release more pain. The pain was so severe that my stubborness began to retreat and I thought Hmmm... maybe I should get medical advise from some knowledgable person. I suddenly remembered about 811. The tears and the confusion from the pain blurred my vision because when the phone was answered, the voice said, 911 ... What is your emergency? Between sobs I told her I had wanted 811. She asked why I was crying and when I told her she suggested I continue with the call to them. She insisted, saying the pain I was suffering should be seen to and said she would send an ambulance to the address for staff to assess me. I finally agreed but begged her to ask them not to use the siren and flashing lights. Ken came out & I filled him in. I think the realization of what was happening shook me ... because the pain began to subside. Matt & Hannah arrived, did the assessment very professionally. All readings checked out but they still offered to take me to VRH. Of course I declined. After they left, I called a couple of my Parker sisters and actually cried as I asked them for prayer. Our sister Mary (lives in Kingston) asked if I had bought the Neti Pot I had mentioned a couple of days prior. Not yet ... I am waiting until the big Seniors discount day at Lawtons.) She offered to come up and take me to Out Patients. I told her Ken had offered earlier but I thought I was o.k., so he was relaxing after the work week with a few beer and couldnt take me if I had changed my mind. It wouldnt ask anyone to drive me to Out Patients and wait for maybe hours; plus the fact that had snowed all day, and Mary doesnt do night driving well (nor do I). I appreciated her offer, but declined, telling her I was going to bed. Later I heard Ken snoring in his room and I tried to watch TV in mine ... sort of waiting for, but not wanting the pain to return in full force, because I could feel a slight throb starting to pulsate. The phone beside me rang. I groaned and didnt recognize the number. I didnt want to talk to anyone. I refused to answer it. It finally stopped. I heard Ken still snoring. Suddenly there was knocking on the door, that was turning into a demanding pounding noise. I went to Kens door and said someone was knocking at the door. 20 minutes after midnight!!! It must be an emergency! I heard Ken at the door talking loudly to someone, so I grabbed my housecoat, preparing for bad news as I shuffled into the kitchen. There was Ken, talking to my sister Mary. She was so concerned about me that she had searched for the new, unused Neti Pot her late husband had bought years ago. Despite snowy roads and not being a confident night driver .... she got into her little car in Kingston (while many were asleep in their beds) and drove to New Minas ... to help me feel better. Ken was happier than I was, because he had been feeling unspoken pressure and a sense of helplessness because he could see my pain and there was nothing he could do to help me. They watched the relief come over me as I performed the Neti Pot procedure. Ken was so relieved that he forgot he had been snoring a few short minutes ago; and he broke into his bottle of dark Kracken to celebrate, and poured Mary a small glass of Chocolate Port. I was reasonably pain-free, but not from the contents of a bottle. Mine came from love. The love of a sister from Kingston, and the love of sisters who pray for each other. Always the power of prayer. Guardian angels are all around us. I have many. Some are just acquaintances. Some are friends, and even strangers. I am blessed, because some of mine are called my sisters. I do thank God for all the angels in my life, and the power of prayer. Please continue to pray for me. (BTW ... God may be trying to get my attention, so I think that on this sunny, bright Sunday morning; Ill make use of this (mostly pain-free) blessed time He has given me, and go sit at the VRH Outpatients to see other guardian angels.) xoxoxo
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 14:45:00 +0000
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