Hello!! So this week we did lots of service with a smile! We helped a member run an english presentation at her school, we hacked down a forest (or as the thai people say- we just pulled some weeds), and we taught one of my favorite investigators (Brother Dom).
But……..we spent most of the week in the hospital.
Long story short: I got really sick on Tuesday. Fever, chills, nauseous. I couldn’t stand up without throwing up (I threw up NINE times). The mission nurse said it was the stomach virus so we just stayed in. On Wednesday I woke up thinking I was probably going to be fine but I got up and threw up again and I hadn’t drank any water in 24 hours so we went to the hospital. The hospital decided it was just food poisoning so they gave me some medicine. I was literally in the wheelchair and they were about to take me out of the front desk to go home when I got SUPER cold and started throwing up again. Well at that point they couldn’t release me so they hooked me up to an IV. They decided I couldn’t leave the hospital until I could drink some water and eat a little. So that meant I had to stay the night. In a hospital. In Thailand. Ugh. It’s a nice hospital though. It’s just not the same. Especially when you don’t speak the language (at least not medical technical language). Funny thing. They tried to ask me if I had gone the bathroom but they were using a fancier word (they have like everyday language and then like higher class language) and I didn’t know that word so I was like what?? And all the nurse knew how to say was “you poo poo?” haha One doctor asked if I “defecated” so weird. Anyway, the next day we are in the hospital and I was like well time to go home! But they were like, you need to eat breakfast. Nothing sounded good. I was so nauseous. But I picked at some fruit to appease them. About an hour later I had such a bad stomachache and asked to go to the bathroom. When I was done they came to get me (I had an IV attached to me so they had to help me go to and from the bathroom) and I threw up again…..Anyway, they wouldn’t let me out of the hospital so I stayed another night. But it was really good. I needed the IV. In short, I had some kind of inflammation of my bowels so I’m taking antibiotics right now for that. But I don’t know how to say that in Thai so I tell all the members I just had food poisoning. And that’s my story:) It was a cool experience but I would NEVER do it again.
The day I got out of the hospital we were both so tired of laying around that we were like, let’s get out there and teach!!! And we went to go and teach one of our investigators (biked and everything) but about 5 minutes into the lesson I turned to my junior companion and just whispered to her, this is your lesson, I’m gonna throw up. I barely made it through the lesson haha. We kind of took it easier the rest of the day much to our dismay.
This week though, I just want to testify that God knows all of us and all of our needs. There was one night I was in the hospital and I was just so tired. I couldn’t sleep because the IV was super uncomfortable and I just felt restless and annoyed. I didn’t want to be in the hospital and I certainly didn’t want to be away from the work. I got on my knees on the hospital bed and just prayed for peace. A few minutes later I fell asleep. Guys, I didn’t see God or Jesus Christ. I didn’t hear a voice whisper to me or anything but God immediately answered my prayer with what I needed, enough comfort to fall asleep. I know He heard my prayer and I know He lives.
Love you all!:)