I would love to tell you that my month in Cahul, Moldova has been awesome. But I would definitely be lying. It has been pretty terrible. I ended up getting injured on Monday. I was doing construction, and I lifted a 30 pound concrete brick, and felt a pop. It was so loud, that even Abby heard it. As soon as it popped, I felt a sharp pain in my lower right back. The same spot where I had my surgery a few years ago. I’m not going to lie, I freaked out. I went home, took a hot shower, and took some Advil. The next morning, I was in so much pain that I could not sit, walk, or bend over. I ended up going to the hospital with Adam and my contact. I wanted an X-ray, as did Adam, but the “neurosurgeon” who saw me, looked at me, and said if I was really in pain, I would be crying. Now, let me tell you, I have a very high pain tolerance, and when I get hurt, I don’t usually cry. Dr. Chocolate (I didn’t know his name) decided to lay me on a bed, and popped every bone in my back, causing me to cry. My back hurt even more afterwards. He gave me some medicine, and told me five days of bed rest.
The next day, Tyler gets hurt. He drops a 50 pound cement brick on his leg. It should be broken. Adam and our contact take him to the hospital, a doctor looks at him, and says if it was broken, it would be red. He gave him some medicine, and said bed rest.
Tuesday night comes along, and our team decides to pray. Pray for protection over the rest of our team, and healing over me and Tyler. This is the enemy attacking us. Last month he attacked on our relationships, our spiritual growth, and on our team in general. We have overcome it, and the only thing the enemy can hurt us on is our physical health. We prayed, and prayed, and prayed.
Wednesday comes, and Adam makes sure me and Tyler will get x-rays. Tyler wakes up healed. No more swelling in his leg. God. It is God. You cannot deny it. God healed Tyler. Amazing. God is an awesome God, and He can do all things.
So Adam, Tyler, my contact, and I go to the hospital once more. I cannot just walk in and get x-rays. I have to get approval by Dr. Chocolate. Boo. Luckily, Dr. Chocolate wasn’t there at the time, so another “neurosurgeon” saw me. He sent me to get an x-ray. The machine was from the 70’s. Not even kidding. I lay on the table with my sports bra and shorts on with four old men staring at me. They took the x-ray, and the table shook. Oh great. We went back to the room to show the doctor. He said that my bones were scrunched together, and needed to be stretched out. He asked if I knew what physical therapy was, I said yes, and he made me lay on the table again. Adam told me if I was hurting; speak up so he can stop. He started by rubbing on the spot that hurt, and then started popping the top of my back. He would make me exhale, and then push down on my back causing it to pop. The further down he got, the more it hurt. In the middle of my back, I said stop, and he continued. Adam said stop, and he continued. Adam then had to grab the doctor, and turn him around to make him stop. The doctor got mad, and made me stand up. By then, I was crying. He made me try to squat, which made me cry more, then he mocked me crying. Let’s just say, Adam got me out of there as soon as possible.
Today, the pain still hurts. Terribly. I overdid it last night, causing me to almost get sick because the pain was unbearable. My muscle relaxers aren’t working, and I am still in pain. So far, this month has been pretty jank. Whatever happens, I know God has my best interest. I was frustrated at first, and scared, but I have to fully trust and rely on Him, which is something I have always struggled with. Please keep me in your prayers; I would love them very much! Also pray for protection over my team. We are doing a lot of construction this month, so pray for no more injuries!
Here is my hospital.
And here are my x-rays!
