One morning, I was caring for my two young sons, who had been sick a couple of days, and longing for my husband’s return from a week-long work seminar in Atlanta. I was tired from taking care of my sick children, but otherwise, I was fine.
By that night I was being wheeled into a hospital room with a big red sign that said, “Quarantine.”
During the evening, I started getting sick. I thought, “Oh, no! It’s my turn now! I wish Bill were here to help me with the kids!”
Back then, I only went to the doctor about once a year to get bloodwork done for my thyroid condition. (That was when you could get a thyroid prescription re-fill for a whole year.) I hated going to the doctor and would never go unless it was urgent.
And go to the Emergency Room? Are you kidding me? I would have to pass out and be taken by ambulance first.
But that evening, even though I had only been ill a couple of hours, I suddenly felt compelled to call my brother-in-law. I asked if his wife could watch the boys and would he take me to the ER?
You just do not know how unreal that was!
Asking my sister-in-law to watch my recently sick boys . . . at bedtime . . . when she had two little boys of her own to worry about? Asking my brother-in-law to get out of bed to take me to the hospital? It was surreal!
But I felt compelled!
Looking back, I know it was the Lord watching out for me.
When I got to the hospital, they did some blood work. A little later, an intern came in and said if I had someone to watch my kids, I could go home and rest. Again, unlike me, I felt compelled and brave enough to say, “Since I do have someone to watch my kids, I’d feel better staying here.”
A little while later, the head doctor on duty came in. “I’m glad you got here when you did, young lady,” he said. “Your electrolytes are so low; your battery is about to go out.”
When I looked puzzled, he said, “Your heart is like a car battery. When your electrolytes get too low, your battery dies. You have something called shigellosis, and it almost put out your battery. You are one lucky lady.”
The next thing I knew, I was being wheeled into a quarantine room and attended by nurses in gowns and gloves. I was in the hospital for almost a week. The health department was notified of my infectious disease.
I suddenly remembered this event the other night when talking to my sister. (It happened over thirty years ago!) We were talking about the CoronaVirus and self-isolation. Then I remembered all those years ago and said, “Oh, yeah! I know what it is like to be quarantined!” And I told her the story.
“I can’t believe I never knew you went through that!” she said.
“Well, it was a long time ago, and we live in different states, and you were hardly more than a teen-ager . . . Oh! I’ve got to tell Jesus ‘thank you’ again!” I blurted out.
My sister laughed, and I said, “I forgot all about that! He saved my life that night by compelling me to call for help and go to the hospital, against everything I would normally do! That was Jesus!”
And I thanked Him again!
Isn’t God good? As stubborn as I was about going to the doctor, especially considering I was ill for less than a day, God pushed past my stubbornness and compelled me to do what I needed to do! I thank Him for that!
And now, I must share this story with my youngest son and his wife and three children! He had not been born yet. Another thanks to God for sparing my life and making his life possible!
Not to mention my adorable grandkids! (Can you tell I am smiling?)