I was Dying But Now I LIVE

Completely Healed.

On the 12th of october this year, I hadn't been feeling too well all day and was trying to sit out the dizzy spells. Whenever I feel lightheaded I always try and sit still for as long as it took to get rid. I also asked a collegue for an aspirin.. yes.. I do have a pharmacy background and know aspirins are "anti-inflammatory's" and so should be used "if" pain is felt. Well I did say I was abit dilerious. I took 400mg, and still didnt feel any better.

After visiting the bathroom I decided at 9.45pm to do a final check before I left for home, but as I tried to stand I collapsed and fell in my office becoming unconcious. Was on the floor for many minutes, before I heard the footsteps of my collegues. I woke up, tried to make a dash for my door when they asked me if I was coming with them. As I told them to give me just five minutes, I became unconcious again. They were afraid, called the paramedics, as I was going in and out of unconciousness - 4 times before the paramedics had arrived and again twice when I was with them.

I doubt my collegues will forget that day in a hurry. When I was taken to the hospital, the doctor found out I was anaemic, to the point where I had lost half of my blood. But how could this have happened. Well, as they tried to keep me in / admit me, I remembered my mum " saying to myself, they will not kill my mum for me" God-forbid if she was to hear I was in the hospital. I discharged myself immediately, promising to visit a GP at the earliest, and to start an Iron treatment as soon as possible. My collegue who was with me begged me to stay but I refused. We had only walked a few steps when we realised there were no taxis outside, and as he went back to get the receptionist to call one, he heard a man running screaming in Italian, "there is a lady dying outside". Well the doctors ran out, carried me onto a trolly and wheeled me into the main part of the hospital before I could say "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO". lol.

I was then held hostage in the hospital and was not going to be let out until my Haemoglobin count got to 8.0. The doctors were very confused and baffled on the reason a young gal like me could have lost alot of blood, and after all the tests could not find anything. Every thing was fine, but I was still loosing blood.

The Lord had surrounded me with such nice people to work with that I had visitors constantly, bringing me food, fruits, gifts that I will never consider buying for myself, flowers,, so much love. I got all the "hot" nightware stuff, slippers, new clothes, tons of sucks, Coco Madmoselle by Chanel to keep me smelling fresh.. so much gifts, that some of my visitors wished they were in my bed instead of me. My mum who had boarded the next flight out to take me back to the UK for specialist treatment was amazed with the treatment that I had that she was happy that I was in the right place.

The doctors decided to give me stuff to fix my stomach walls (just incase it was leaking out through there), after which my HB count started to rise. But they still didn't know what could have caused it. The day before I was due to be discharged (which was Monday October 22nd), the doctors decided to do a final test for a certain bacteria, and there it was, there was a bacteria embedded in my duodenum (over 25.8%) that had made little holes in my stomach causing my blood to leak, and the aspirin didn't help too much cause it had thinned out my blood and increased the blood flow. Aparantly you can contract it as a child through water.. lol.. (hmmmm what dirty water have I been drinking.lol..). So there it was. I never felt any pain, and the silly thing was just there making all this holes and just increasing its population..lol.. To think I almost went home with them in my stomach still..lol.. I have now finished my course on antibiotics..

To say that my steps were ordered by God is so evident, because if my collegues weren't at work that late, or if I had gone home earlier that day, I would have gone from being unconcious to starving my brain of oxygen and then slipped into a coma without anyone knowing. I say this, because the nurses kept waking me up the first four nights I was there to make sure I was still in the land of the living..lol.. And again because I walked home down a steep path with a nice waterfall flowing by, I could have just have fallen and no one would know I was there.

So I want to take this opportunity to thank God for the supernatural miracle He did for me, and how He surrounded me with people so that when the enemy tried his best, the ones for me were greater than the ones against. I was discharged on Tuesday the 23rd of October.

So my blogpals keep giving out crazy praise to God, for I was dying, and now I LIVE.