What a strange feeling this is...
So, Wednesday night I had to work, and I wasn't feeling well at all. I had a fever, and possibly the cough from hell which thankfully allowed me to leave work a little early. Well, on Thursday, I pretty much felt like I was dying, and I couldn't get my fever down. It finally went to 102.8 when Mick drove me to the hospital. Jordan came with as well, and we were stuck there for about 3 and a half hours (not too bad), and then I felt pretty good being diagnosed with Bronchitis and given an antibiotic. What I didn't realize was that the antibiotic was closely related to one that I'm extremely allergic to. So I ended up vomiting, thinking that the reason was due to not having anything in my stomach at the time. Then, Friday I felt a little bit better. Sarah had her guests over, which could have gone much better and much worse, and everything was good until I took my antibiotic. After doing so, I felt sick, weak, and numb. I ended up going to bed, waking from the nausea a couple of times.
Then, Saturday morning I take my pill again, felt weird and thought, "hmmm... I must not be eating enough when I take these." I had a fairly good day Saturday was well, because Sarah and I hung out for quite some time. She even stopped me in Meijer, looked at me, and said, "See Eric? This, is what I like." It made me very happy - the highlight of my weekend. Then the night dwindled on, and I took another of my pills, and immediately felt incredibly weak and sick. I decided that I would try to go to bed. I didn't sleep at all, and finally got really sick at 5 in the morning, and was told to come back to the emergency room. We got there around 6:30, and had to stay until 2:00 pm. I kept thinking that "this was it. This is how I'm going to die."
Over 100,000 Americans die from the flu every year. Luckily for me, God must have more planned out before He'll let me go. It got me thinking though, of all of the things that weren't right in my life. All of the things that I want to correct before I pass from one world to the next. Will I be able to fix my past? Probably not, but I've at least got one more chance to do it. I feel so odd right now, I wish I could explain it.
Then, Saturday morning I take my pill again, felt weird and thought, "hmmm... I must not be eating enough when I take these." I had a fairly good day Saturday was well, because Sarah and I hung out for quite some time. She even stopped me in Meijer, looked at me, and said, "See Eric? This, is what I like." It made me very happy - the highlight of my weekend. Then the night dwindled on, and I took another of my pills, and immediately felt incredibly weak and sick. I decided that I would try to go to bed. I didn't sleep at all, and finally got really sick at 5 in the morning, and was told to come back to the emergency room. We got there around 6:30, and had to stay until 2:00 pm. I kept thinking that "this was it. This is how I'm going to die."
Over 100,000 Americans die from the flu every year. Luckily for me, God must have more planned out before He'll let me go. It got me thinking though, of all of the things that weren't right in my life. All of the things that I want to correct before I pass from one world to the next. Will I be able to fix my past? Probably not, but I've at least got one more chance to do it. I feel so odd right now, I wish I could explain it.