Being sick with Pneumonia

LiLJesusFreak · 07-06-2005, 02:07 AM

This happened way before I even knew the Lord. It happened around the time of my 6th grade year, around the holiday season. I don't have any medical insurrance so it was very hard to get antibiotics and I had to get treated the "old-fashoned" way. But I do have to say that, that was one of the most horrible times I've ever had to live through. It all happened on Thanksgiving Day and things jut went worsr from there. I was at a friends house celebrating the holiday, my fever was pretty *up there* by the time. My family was also invited for a thanksgiving/birthday party after that, once we got there, I just collapsed on the couch and it took everyone else a really long while to see what was going on w/ me. My temp sky-rocketed past the 102 mark, I needed to be taken home and some how treated immediatly. All in all I was probably sick from Thanksgiving to the following New Years that time. I never felt so lonely in my entire life, because i was sick i couldn't eat for at least half a month or longer than that, i didnt keep track so i really dont know but i couldn't eat for a VERY LONG TIME. But I remember this one time, my temperature sky-rocketerd again and it went up even higher than what I had before, i knew i was on the edge of death by then. I didn't see no "light at the end of the tunnel" or none of that stuff, but I knew because my body started to go numb on me. Believe me, there's a difference between going through hot and cold flashes and your body going numb. I started to cry out to God, "why did you leave me like this? where are you? why arent you here? LOOK AT ME DO YOU THINK I LIKE HAVING TO FEEL LIKE IM DIEING?" I was litterely choked up in tears, my chest was killing me, my cough was even worse along w/ my soarthrought. It was so physically bad that my lungs filled up w/ fluids. And that ain't good if your sick w/ pneumonia. I look back at all of that right now, and I clearly see that God was there w/ me, when no one else was around. My own mother could no longer care for me at the time because it all just depressed her. my mom thought i was seriously gonna die. But there's a reason why God pulled me through, I started to eat after that night, it was a very hard and long road back to recovery but God pulled me through. All of this made me realize that God has a much more greater plan for my life and that, that time was not my time to go either.