Take 2

 

“Oh Dear Lord, Where do i even begin?”

I’ve been scared in my life but today was  special. 

It was about 12:30 in the afternoon when they wheeled me into the theatre for a second surgery. In my mind I imagined all sorts and kinds of things. I whispered many prayers, in between got to talking to myself and got distracted by the the people who were around me. I’m not even sure if I finished a single prayer. I can’t remember an Amen in my conversations with God.

The room was blue with lots of instruments and machines. They attached cables to me and was rolled onto the operating table. Bright lights, the sound of machines everywhere and the cold. It was extremely cold in the theater. 

I could feel them cover part of my body with some green linen. I lay on my stomach waiting for the injection that would put me to sleep.

I didn’t want to see, feel or hear a thing. I waited in anticipation.

My hands were literally shaking. Not because of the cold but because I was scared. For once I can admit that I was terrified. I took my right arm and rested it under my head. My left was connected to the IV. It was shaking so bad I decided to tap to the sound of the heart monitor that was next to me so that the doctors and nurse would not notice this big man shaking like a leaf.

Metal like things were placed on my back. I could only imagine that they were knives or scapels. I regretted watching New Amsterdam and Good Doctor on Netflix.

“When are they going to put me to sleep?” I asked myself a million times…

I couldn’t bare hearing the blades move. 

My wild imagination went bizarre.

I felt some pressure on my back and I knew they were slicing my back. I held on…

“What’s going on here. Have they forgotten that I’m still awake?” I wanted to shout and ask but I kept my cool. 

“Do people still steal or traffic organs? Whats the price of a kidney in the current market? What if they forget a scalpel in me? What size of a blade are they using?

Have they made a mistake and that’s why they are so quiet?” Time has never gone so slow. I tortured myself with endless thoughts and With every touch I clenched my fists and grinded my teeth. It was horrible.

After a while, I could feel the pressure on my back increase and something that sounded like a snip every other minute. I knew they were stitching me up. I was almost done.

After years in the theater, I was wheeled out and back to the wards. The horrible ordeal was over. 

In life, we get to go through stuff like pain, sadness, being scared and lots of other sufferings not because of our liking but because that’s how the world we live in is. I don’t know how you are going to do it but we have to embrace all these with a lot of positivity. 

Lessons:

1. Tough times prepares us for the good to come and it’s only for a while. No matter how dark it may seem, the sun will soon rise again.
2. Let the pain teach you how to be strong.
3. It gets to a point where you have to face your problems as an individual. Just you and your God.
4. You ought to find something or someone that will give you the push to fight on for you are never alone in your struggles.
5. With God, nothing is impossible.

#StayStrong🦾

#SavedToServe😇

#TheJourneyContinues