Below is the "abbreviated" 411 on my Thanksgiving Holiday.
I'll attempt to make this short and sweet.
[WEDNESDAY]
As I was driving home from a Thanksgiving Eve service (Wed night) that my Dad preached at, I started having trouble breathing and swallowing the juicies of saliva from the cookies and the pepamint that I was chomping on. This feeling got greater and greater and worse and worse all the way to the point where I could no longer swallow my own spit. You can imagine how scared I was. I thought I was having a panic attack or something....... After pulling off the interstate onto the shoulder a few times to gag up my spit that I was choking on, I decided to rush myself to the hospital..... Long story short, I had an upper GI done (where they stick the camera tube down my throat). After I woke up, not much was said, the doctors just sent me home.
[THURSDAY]
So, thinking everything was fine, I sat down at Thanksgiving and made a huge plate of food. The first bite of food that I had just sat in the back of my throat, covering my air pipe. Naturally, I choked (almost to death). Persistant to eat, thinking the doctors had fixed me, I attempted to eat some mash potatoes...... same thing... choking... choking... choking. Highly upset, I went upstairs and went to sleep. Still no food in my body yet. :(
[FRIDAY]
I still haven't eaten yet.....
Pain, Pain, Pain.... it felt like someone was sitting on my chest... I still couldn't swallow, and it felt extremely difficult to breathe. So I went back to the hospital, that was at 4pm. Because of the holiday, the hospital was jammed packed!! There were heart patients that were forced to lay in beds that sat outside in the hallways because of the lack of staff....... 9pm FINALLY I see someone, however this doc seemed to be either possesed with the devil or he was just upset that he had to work during the holidays. After he came in my room, and I explained to him the situation about how I had just been in here a few hours ago and I still can't swallow, he turns to me and says... "Well, what do you want me to do about it."... and then he walks out.... AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHhhh. Well I was kinda hoping that he could fix me and tell me what was wrong, ya know...geeeeeez. I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hungry too. I still hadn't eaten since Wednesday. Well he called the first doc that did the procedure on me Wed night and got my test results back. Come to find out, I have a rare disorder called Eosinophilic Esophagitis...... Great, some answers. Unfortunately he didn't know how long I would suffer. Prescibing medicine was a hassle too because I couldn't swallow. ARRRGGGHHHh. Well, back home to go to sleep.
[SATURDAY]
Still no food.... now I'm drinking Ensure, and water... at least that can go down. Pain, Pain, Pain,..... it hurt so bad. And now that I figured out my throat problem, I had time to concentrate on my left wrist (which had been causing me crying like pain also for over a week). I laid in bed all day talking to JayBabe. And when she wasn't listening... I would cry because of the pain. My throat, my chest, not enough air, my wrist.... WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!
Still no food :(
[SUNDAY MORNING]
I was in sooooooooooooo much pain that I couldn't get out of bed. Everyone had left for church and I was still laying there... Pain, Pain, Pain, Hunger, Hunger, Hunger.... Still no real food since Wednesday @ lunch when I had a Chipotle Buritto. (Oh how I miss that burritto right now). Finally around 11am I woke up and realized that I DID NOT want to miss church (no matter how bad I felt). So I sped down the interstate, feeling the centrifical force of the motion on my chest the entire way. I almost pulled over and called 911... it felt like a heart attack (or what I imagine one would feel like) but I knew if I could just get to church and touch the hem of his garment... hey hey~ ^^^^^^^. I arrived around noon and Pastor Dad had already started preaching. As the usher walked me to the front row my dad finally looked up and saw me coming. He then paused his sermon and began to praise God. In fact the entire church started praising God for my return. Pastor Mom looked like she was about to cry. Of course after service, the saints prayed for me...... Thank You!!
Once I got home from church, the pain in my wrist had now become unbareable. So I rushed myself to the Emergency Care Center. Guess what.... not only do I have Eosniphillic Eosphagitis, but I also have Tendonitis in my left wrist... ARRRGGGHhh... so they wrapped it up in a splint, and once again the doctors had trouble giving me medicine because I still could NOT swallow. I'm sooooooooo hungry :(
[SUNDAY NIGHT]
With the Eosniphillic Eosphagitis and the Tendonitis bothering me, I knelt down by my bed to read my word and to pray. I was soooo baffled by all of this affliction that I needed some clarity from God. As I knelt there praying, I fell asleep from the wrist pain medication that I had taken. When I woke up, I felt the pressence of God in my room in such a special way.... slightly different and heavier than I have been feeling it lately. Then God directed me to some scriptures... he directed me to some blog posts that I had wrote a while back...... then he directed me {HERE --> "Javelins, Spears, & Daggers"} WHAT A REVELATION. I had totally forgot about this post and the vision in it. (Please read the first half of it to see what I'm talking about).
Here is what God showed me:
Everything happening now is just the fulfilment of that vision that he gave me months ago.
In the vision (although I never said it in the blog post) I was at New Birth Christian Ministries in Columbus, OH....... Well that weekend of my brother's wedding, Pastor Moore asked me to preach {"Now Unto Him"} at his 11:30 service..... I had no idea, nor had I prepared myself for it.......... anyway, long story short, God showed me that this sudden affliction on my body was the manifestation of the ambushment of spears that the demons launched at me in the vision.
I can't even begin to tell you how pumped and excited I was. Why, because after I had that vision a few months ago, I asked God like why! Is that really gonna happen. And he told me, "You will go through this, you will have to endure this, but don't worry, I am with you, and I will be with you!" So now I know that I'm not just going crazy in my body, but that the enemy is super mad and he's throwing his best shots just like he did at Job.
So Sunday night I said, "Lord, I really hope the enemy doesn't think that he can throw body aliments and afflictions my way in an effort to make me deny you and curse you, because that's just not going to happen!----- what a looser! If my left hand doesn't work, then I'll just praise you by patting my right hand on my thigh!!! FOR REAL!"
Hallelujah, I'm rejoicing, and I'm pumped. Oh what a joy it is to suffer for righteousness sake! Oh what a sweet joy.
Trust me...... the pain has been unbearable, but God promised not to put more on us than we can bare. I still haven't eaten, and my arm hurts, but I'm excited because God said that he's still with me, and he knows exactly what's going on. In fact, he showed me about it, months ago!
To God Be The Glory
Forever & Ever!
