Before the "Pudding" experience, I have to tell you that when I first arrived at the Critical Care Hospital I had blown up. I was retaining all the fluids in my body and had stopped urinating for quite awhile. They had placed a tube in my Urethra but nothing was coming out. My hands were so swollen that my fingers looked like they didn't belong on that fat round thing. I could see that sometimes, from the photos I saw I was so blown up and swollen that some people told me they did not know that was me when they came to visit. My skin had turned a splotchy blue and red, all of me was swollen up. My system had become toxic!
The critical care hospital had originally diagnosed me as Accidental Drug and Alcohol Overdose. When I was partially conscious, my sister told me this. But it did not make any sense. I was following the pain medication exactly as the doctor prescribed, yes, I was drinking, but keeping control of that and doing a balancing act. Which I wouldn't advise anyone to do. But it just didn't seem right. Still, with my family history which the nurses had been told, they all jumped to that diagnosis. My sister told me, I had been diagnosed as an Alcoholic. Inside I knew I wasn't, but in the condition I was in, I had no strength to fight that diagnosis and what did I know anyway? Maybe I was wrong - everybody has different tolerances to Alcohol. Maybe mine was on the lower end.
While I was unconscious, because I was toxic they called in a Nephrologist (Kidney Specialist). Actually he was one of many of God's Angels who tended to my life. I think after he tested me, and found that my kidney's were not functioning at all, he placed me on dialysis to keep me alive.
Later,because of this man and God using him in my life, my diagnosis was changed to an "Extreme Toxic Allergic Reaction" to an Antibiotic I had been taking for several weeks prior to my Hospitalization. When I arrived at the Hospital, they placed me on a drip of that same antibiotic only at a much higher strength. Because of that, my system became toxic and I almost died.
After I had been stabilized and taken off the Dialysis Machine (I never knew at that time I had been on it) I was moved to an "Advanced Care Hospital" by Ambulance. God sent many Angels to me in that Hospital via the Nurses and Doctors. I had been fighting to get well, then realized there was nothing I could do about it, it was in God's hands. I had "No control" over my life. I realized I was too tired and God had to take over, I needed to let Him. He told me to relax in His arms and rest.
Rest for the Weary… Matthew 27"All things have been handed over to Me by My Father; and no one knows the Son except the Father; nor does anyone know the Father except the Son, and anyone to whom the Son wills to reveal Him. 28"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. 29"Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.
I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint."
I was weary and faint and needed the love of God to flow over me. I heard His Spirit say " sleep and rest in my arms, I will keep you safe."
While there I met several nurses and Doctors who God had sent into my life. They would pray with me and one night one of the nurses came to me and prayed with me, holding my hand, and then said "rest in God's arms." She didn't know what God had said to me before, to rest in His arms and He would keep me safe. What a blessing from God, He was reconfirming that He was there He was with me, to rest and let Him heal me in His time. That nurse would come and pray with me almost every night and remind me to rest in God's arms. She really showed God's love to me, that He was there, she did it against the rules of the hospital, but in the Spirit of God.
I was so tired, but God kept reminding me the He was there and I could feel He was. God helped me sleep at night, I would sleep cradled in His arms.