SEEKING JESUS

The spiritual warfare over me continued. My months in the hospital brought much improvement in my condition. When my doctors suggested I go on home care, however, the insurance company refused to approve it. Then after getting approval after weeks of haggling, a Strep infection nearly killed me. Since I knew nothing about spiritual warfare then, I became a human punching bag for the devil, absorbing punch after punch not even knowing I was in a war. The story details follow: However if you care to catch up on my prior postings that are a prelude to this story follow the following links:

Entering The Spiritual Realm, MY JOURNEY TO SPIRITUAL GOLGOTHA, IN HELL – CONFRONTED BY THE DEVIL, SWIMMING IN THE LAKE OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE, Standing On The Seat Of Judgment Before God, MY EXPERIENCES IN HEAVEN AND HELL, THE DAYS AFTER DEATH, MY ABILITY TO BREATH IS ATTACKED, UNABLE TO GET ENOUGH NUTRITION TO SURVIVE , MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE

THINGS BEGIN TO LOOK BETTER

As the second opinion predicted (MY MEAGER ATTEMPT TO FIND GOD BRINGS A MIRACLE), I began to feel considerably better and stronger. I no longer naped several times a day, my weight was controlled, and with more time on my hands, I roamed the corridors of the hospital out of boredom. Nevertheless, I continued having digestion difficulties that kept me attached to an IV that pumped life-giving fluids directly into my aorta.  

My family physicians, nevertheless, believed that I was out of serious trouble. They thought I should be discharged from the hospital and established on home care, where I would dispense my own aortal IV feedings. The primary benefit was finally being at home with my family every day. However, the insurance company withheld their approval of home care for me, even though they had a considerable financial gain to do so. Eventually, after endeavoring to sway the insurance company administrators for weeks, my family doctor resorted to calling an executive and securing the home care authorized for me. I was blessed to have this man in my corner, making things happen for me throughout this entire ordeal. 

After spending almost three months in the hospital, I was happy to be home. A home care team arrived at my home on my first day back and delivered the IV equipment and a small refrigerator to stow the IV solutions, keeping them fresh. They also taught me to safely attach myself to the IV and set up and manage the IV equipment. I would be responsible for properly connecting the IV to my catheter daily at the appropriate times from that point forward. The home care team would deliver sugar water IV solutions weekly, and a delivery schedule was established. In addition, I was required to attend periodic medical check-ups, ensuring that things were progressing as expected. 

THE INFECTION STRIKES

For the first few weeks, things went well. Then one day, and for no apparent reason, I suffered what I would describe as an intensely cold chill with uncontrollable quivers. During this episode, my body shivered and convulsed for approximately ten minutes. The coldness I felt could not be remedied with blankets, and I became so cold that my lips turned blue. Suddenly, however, the chills ran their course and ended just as abruptly as they had begun. I immediately went to the hospital, where they performed a series of tests. I talked to the doctors afterward, and they were baffled. I was worried, so I verified that the doctors knew the history of my illness and the home care aortal IVs I was receiving. Believe it or not, they told me it was likely nothing and that I should not worry about it. I recall thinking as I left the hospital that perhaps something was wrong with my home care function. After all, what else could it be? But they were paid top dollar to diagnose problems for people. After all, they are doctors. They should be able to figure this out. They are professionals. They know what they are doing, right? 

About a week to ten days later, when I began to believe that the doctors were correct, the chills hit me again, only they were much worse this time. I’m unsure how long they lasted, but when they quit, I was spent. This was a severe reversal in my way of thinking. After the episode settled down, I mustered up the strength to travel to the hospital again, where an even more comprehensive set of tests were performed, but the results were the same. They found nothing amiss and sent me home again. Yes, I once again made sure that they knew about the circumstances of my illness and my home care treatment. Evidently, they could not put the pieces together. They suggested that if they could see me having an episode, they might be able to determine the cause of these mysterious shivers and convulsions.

After another week, I was in my family doctor’s office for a check-up when the third chill episode materialized. It began while I while the doctor examined me on his exam table. When the shivering began, the physician had his nurses wrap me with blankets, but they were inadequate in warming me. I then saw my lips turning blue in the mirror across the room. The convulsions were much more violent this time, and my fingers and toes became numb. My muscles were quickly becoming fatigued and began cramping. My doctor then checked my heartbeat with his stethoscope. As he listened, I could feel the now irregular rhythm of my heartbeat, and I knew the doctor was hearing it also. I looked up at his face and saw it slowly turn pale. His now wide-open eyes reflected fear, and I knew he thought I was dying right there in his office. His reactions reflected the seriousness of my situation. While I also believed I was sick enough to die, I again declined to let pessimistic thoughts into my mind regardless of my circumstances. Just like before, I knew that I would recover.

Then my body started shaking even more violently, and a nurse covered me with her body to provide additional warmth. Then an ambulance arrived, and I was wheeled through the patient waiting room and saw the horror and disgust on the faces of the people as I passed by thrashing. I guess they thought I was a goner as well! Just as before, the violent shaking suddenly stopped in the ambulance on the highway to the hospital. This time, however, the doctors must have concluded that there was something wrong with my catheter as they removed it as a precautionary measure. I believe that my doctor likely called ahead and told them to do so.

Later, tests confirmed my original suspicions. A strand of staph infection was growing on the end of the catheter inside my aorta. According to the doctor, the growth caused a chain of infectious materials that grew longer as time passed. Once it reached a critical length, the strand would break and be instantaneously released into my heart, causing these violent reactions.

SIGNIFICANCE TO THE VISION

I did not know it then, but I was once again the target of spiritual warfare. Satan kept hitting me, but I didn’t know to seek the protection of God. God was trying to get my attention, but I was not responding. He had something He wanted to tell me.