Two weekends ago, Curtis took his first trip to facilitate a marriage conference in Isaan, Thailand. He had no idea what awaited him when he returned. The day after he returned home we checked into a room that had one of the best views in Chiang Mai Province. There are very few high rise buildings within Chiang Mai, but we were in one of them, on the top floor. The sunrise seen from the room was amazing, and the night lights of the city were glorious. When we got to the lobby of the building, we were shown a book that looked a lot like a menu. The lady showed us the room options, and we picked out a honeymoon suite hospital room. There were two options, semi-private and VIP. Since I was screaming and crying so much, we only thought it would be fair for anyone else staying at the hospital to be spared the noise of my anguish. I was worried if I had a semi-private room and was carrying on that they would either kick me out or move me to labor and delivery. My fever was 104oF at that point so neither of those were options.
When I got wheeled into my room, I wasn’t fully aware of what the “VIP room” meant. I wouldn’t get the full tour until the next day. Let me describe it to you. As I already said, the view was glorious; separate from my room was an adjoining room with a kitchenette stocked with non-alcoholic drinks, a flat screen TV, a lounge area, and separate bathroom. In my room there was my bed, a second bed for a guest, a flat screen TV (with English speaking channels), a DVD player and my own bathroom.
Unfortunately, I was so incredibly sick, I couldn’t enjoy any of it (except for the view). When I was in triage in the ER, the doctor was certain I had dengue fever. After running blood tests, the results came back negative. She was so surprised, that she had them run a second test to confirm the result. The second test came back negative as well. The second diagnosis was a possible bacterial infection in my intestines. It took several days for the lab culture to return, but an antibiotic was started to see how my body responded. Thankfully, my body responded well to the antibiotic, my fever went away, and I was able to return home after four days of being in the hospital. The next day, I promised to return for my final antibiotic to be given intravenously before they switched me to oral meds. I did as I promised and they had the results ready from my lab culture taken earlier in the week. To make a very long story short, the doctor in the ER would not give me the results. After being there for several hours and coming short of cussing, the nurse told me that that doctor wasn’t good for what I had and another doctor would have to tell me the results. The nurse said the other doctor couldn’t see me though because he was performing a procedure on another patient. She said it would be another hour or more, she didn’t know. I said I wasn’t going to wait any longer, and finally she gave me the result of my lab culture. It came back negative for bacterial infection in my intestines. So we left with some answers, but still not a clue as to what started this whole sickness.
So what does a girl do when she checks out of the hospital? She goes to her kid’s school carnival, that’s what! I wasn’t going to miss out. When I got there, I grabbed a chair, parked it for the night and observed everyone having a great time. I was grateful to be there and out of the hospital. And then a girl takes the next few days and rests in bed knowing that in a few days she will be one of three chaperones for a homeschool field trip with twenty teenagers to the Chiang Mai zoo. Stay tuned for that post.
Some people told me not to tell about the “VIP room” because apparently missionaries can’t be “VIP”. But, it’s my story, and I love to tell it. It is a good reminder to me that even in the bitter parts of life, God provides the sweet. He provided a safe place too for me to cry out to Him (naming every name of His that I could remember), sing songs to Him, and remind myself that He created me and He cares for me. In my desperate time of need, I needed to be reminded that I was His VIP. And when Curtis asked me if I needed anything, I responded, “I need Jesus.” Curtis reminded me that He was already there.
If you are reading this and are one of the many people that prayed for me, thank you. Thank you so very much for taking the time to do that. God bless you.