Long story short I got the flu. Bad. I had a on and off fever for a few days and was super weak. Thought it was gone and woke up one morning with my fever being the worst it had been. To your surprise from my last career, I hate going to the doctor. But you see, our team was getting ready to embark on a day’s travel into a town called Gorkha (the jungle and mountains of Nepal). The plan was to be there for a week in a village completely isolated, so my options were limited. I had to go to the clinic. Our bus was supposed to leave in a few hours so I went into the clinic thinking I was just going to go get some medicine and be on my way. That was not the case. Instead I was told I had some rare strand of the flu in Nepal and was super contagious. I had a 102 fever and honestly could barely stand. The doctors told me they were admitting me and there was no chance I could go to Gorkha. So, I had to stay back and was blown to say the least. Especially since I was super proud of never having been admitted to a hospital and that streak was now over. The doctor anticipated me staying for 3 days which meant with travel there was no way I was going to be able to go to Gorkha at all. Buttttt…..How was the hospital you ask? It was actually the best hospital experience and staff I had ever seen in my life. I almost cried at how nice they were. America could learn some things.
A lot went down but I will give you the highlights. Throughout the day my fever dropped to 89 and then back up to 103 where it stayed for majority of the day and night. My body was going through some things. My throat had started to close up and it was very difficult to breath. I had to sit up and my heart hurt super bad. A few times when I had fits of difficulty breathing my left arm would ache so bad, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. Call me dramatic but I was low key freaking out lol.
That night I was in and out of sleep and was listening to worship music. I woke up to the Lord telling me to put my left arm up in the air. I told him, “but my arm is tired”. He then repeated, Put your left arm in the air. So, I did…. and instantly my throat opened straight up and I took the biggest breath of air I had in 20hrs. I then woke up with a nurse checking my vitals and telling me my fever had broken. She came back 4 hrs later to check again and it was still gone. They then told me I could leave early if I wanted to.
So, what did I do next… I praised the Lord like crazy, went home, packed my pack and got on a 9hr dreadful bus ride into Gorkha, then did a 30min hike into the jungle. Don’t get me wrong, I was still hurt. My body was so weak and not happy with me. I can’t express in words how horrible this travel day was. Though, I got into a heavy theological discussion with a guy on the bus about different doctrines and views of the Gospel which was pretty cool. But God comforted me so much the whole time and he really gave me a lot of strength. I talked to God a lot and it was the first time I ever called him dad (a concept I was never comfortable with). I probably will still refer to him as Father but it really did change things for me to truly see him as a dad in that way. Cause he is that ya know. Our father and we are His children. Literally. And that’s so beautiful!
