God has angels everywhere

Wednesday night I began to feel ill. I thought oh no I am getting the flu or food poisoning! I really wasn't worried about me. I was just worried about the rest of my family catching it and the amount of vomit I was going to have to clean up over the next couple of days. blah.

Well as the night went on I was feeling really sick. I mean really really sick. My stomach would not let up and I knew something else was wrong. I was waiting for Steve to get home and by the time he could I was balled up in the fetal position in my room while I had the kids watching a movie in the other room. 

He called an ambulance and 20 minutes later I was being taken to the hospital. I was in so much pain. When I arrived at the hospital they gave me pain medication that helped so much, but I still had an ache in my side. I kept thinking I hope this is not contagious, I hope this is not contagious. I would hate if my kids had to go through this.

Finally the doctors mentioned something about my appendix, but they were still not sure because my high fever and the pain seemed a little too far spread. 

So they kept me that night to run some tests and kept giving me pain medicine (so nice).

The next morning they told me they were going to operate because they felt it could be my appendix and if not it would still give them a good idea to what it is. 

I was sharing a room with three other women, they all only spoke Finnish.

Thursday morning before my surgery, I don't know if it was the pain medications, the high fever or the fact that I was going in for surgery, but I just broke down into tears on the phone to Steve. I could not stop sobbing. Wishing he was there, but happy that he was home with the kids, because they were all a little nervous to why mom was being whisked away in the ambulance. 

After the phone call they rolled me away on the bed, the nurses all introducing themselves to me, all looking about 20 years old. Scared me a little to see how old the doctor would be. As I laid on the table I ask, just to make sure "is it going to hurt?", of course the reply no. I just had to ask though. 

Then the anesthesiologist said he is going to count back from 30. As he does I think oh no I am not getting sleepy...zzzzzzz.

I woke up after the surgery feeling great!! My stomach had stopped hurting. It's funny. I looked up a picture of an appendix and to see how one little thing can cause so much pain is beyond me.

When I returned to my room, the sweet little lady in the bed directly diagonal from me had bought me a rose. She was so sweet she kept showing me her battle wounds from her surgery and I showed her mine. We had our conversations with each other with how much Finnish I know. She had the warmest smile. I was so grateful for her, she was my angel that Heavenly Father had sent to me, so that I could get through this time. 

I am home now and am so grateful to know that god has angels everywhere.