A Prayer for Healing

I don’t want to be overly dramatic (or freak my mom out) so let me explain… I have been sick for about two weeks (since my birthday on Feb. 20^th). Maybe that doesn’t sound like very long, but when you are constantly running to the bathroom or doubling over in pain, two weeks is a very long time. It all began with a lil’ nausea and diarrhea. I thought at first it was a little bug… no big deal. The confusing thing is that my symptoms have come and gone so near the end of my birthday week I thought I had gotten better. Then, I spent all of last weekend in bed curled into a ball running to the baño. One of the worst parts of the sickness I have (whatever it may be) is intense stomach pain. There have been times where I’ve been walking and I have had to stop and sit down for a moment because my stomach hurt so bad. After a pretty miserable weekend I decided that I definitely had to go to the doctor. So I did. 

It may come as a surprise (or maybe not) that medicine here in Guatemala is not as advanced as the U.S. so even though I went to the doctor with high hopes I can’t say I am extremely confident in the care I received. Basically, he put me on two super strong antibiotics for a bacterial infection in my stomach. Hoping that they would do the trick I started dutifully taking the pills. Those of you who have had similar ailments probably know all too well what I am about to say. I felt WORSE once I started taking the meds. It was as if a battle was going on inside of me like a tiny person was inside repeatedly stabbing my stomach. I started to feel really skeptical about them wondering if he gave me a dose that was too high. Oh I forgot to mention that this is a local doctor and the whole appointment, etc. was in Spanish.

So here I am laying in bed once again today and feeling very discouraged. My sickness comes in waves. Sometimes I feel fine, but other times I get really sick running to the bathroom and just feeling awful. Today is one of those days. I am sick of being sick. Also, I barely feel like myself if that makes sense. I often feel exhausted and just plain whiney… I wish there was an easy solution, but there really isn’t. I have heard about an American doctor that sometimes passes through our town so I am going to try and get in touch with him. I am going to keep taking the medicine and hope that it helps. I am going to try and stay positive even though it’s really hard. And I am going to ask you for your prayers. Prayers of healing.

As much as this post is to keep everyone informed it's also a way for me to express what I've been going through as writing it has been therapeutic. Thank you for your prayers and thanks for reading!

Maybe this is what I need to do?