The Price of Disobedience Part II
As I looked down, I saw my name on a set of papers with bold writing: “Death by_______!”
“Soon,” she said walking out.
Still struggling to breathe, praying while my instincts were urging me to leave. I waited.
Minutes later I was transferred to a room with a single bed and was instructed to change into a hospital gown. I obeyed, ignoring my instincts. A technician came in shortly, saying, “I have to run an IV on you.” Pulling her equipment and supplies to administer an IV behind her.
“Why do I need an IV?” I demanded between gasps of breath.
“In case anything goes wrong,” she said.
“What could go wrong with an asthma treatment? Shouldn’t I be nebulized?” I asked between breaths. “You are not putting that in me!”
“Did you see anything strange like someone with two heads or twelve fingers?” Janiel asked. “Because, like you said, you should be examined, then nebulized. Didn’t anyone saw you gasping for breath?”
“You are right, I was probably in Twilight Zone, because all that was happening, wasn’t normal,” Janiel remarks sending Colette down a different path. “And everyone was behaving strangely,” Colette recalls.
“I am glad you advocated for yourself,” Janiel complements.
“You don’t administer IV for an asthma attack. I would not let them do that. I am not stupid. This is not the first time I have come to an emergency room for asthma. I was always given treatment with prednisone. I am allergic to it now,” Colette explains.
“She had other plans,” suggested Janiel. “Are you sure you didn’t see a two headed person with twelve fingers and maybe twelve toes?”
“I think she had other plans,” Colette agreed. Ignoring her alien question. “She left the IV stuff in my room. Returned 15 minutes later with another technician. Who asked the same question about my medication. I still refused the IV.”
“Did you ask her when the doctor was coming in?”
“Yes. She said soon.”
“Did you check her fingers to make sure they were ten and no more?” Janiel continues her Alien theory.
“I wasn’t even thinking straight,” Colette responds. “I sat on the bed in the hospital waiting and wrestling again with my instincts. Should I leave? Or give it some more time? Time for what?’ I answered myself. For someone to give me treatment as I was still gasping for breath.”
“Girl, I would grow wings and fly out of there so fast, they wouldn’t even feel the speed of my wings as I flapped them on my way out,” Janiel said.
“A doctor walked in after a long inappropriate conversation in the hallway with a fellow colleague, asking me the same questions. It was as if everyone had rehearsed their questions from a script.”
“You should have left,” Janiel teased.
“I explained my symptoms and how I was feeling. He said someone should be from the respiratory department to give me treatment. He said nothing about the IV. This got me a bit worried.”
“Did you finally get treatment?”
“No, more people come in asking the same questions from their rehearsed script. I was beginning to feel like a stuck tape recorder. She promised that some respiratory technician would be over to nebulize me.”
“Finally,” Janiel said.
“As I sat on the bed, the voice came again. OK, Lord, I will wait ten more minutes, I said trying to negotiate with the Lord. Suddenly I felt as if someone was pushing me and rushing me to leave. I got up off the bed as fast as I could and got dressed quickly. I went toward the nurse’s station to discharge myself. Someone asked if I got the treatment.”
“You finally decided to obey God,” Janiel taunts.
“No,” I answered. “But I am discharging myself,” I notified.
I stood at the nurse’s station, waiting for the nurse to discharge me and give me my discharge paper.
As I looked down, I saw my name on a set of papers with bold writing: “Death by_______!”
A lesson I learned: When God speaks to you, no matter how simple, listen and obey. It is important to listen and do his wish.
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