Healing

Day 338

I'm Currently doing Internal Medicine Rotation and I bless God's name today for the gift of life, salvation, strength and resilience to carry on with my mission here on earth. The past couple of weeks had me praying for renewal of strength and zeal, because I actually came to the end of me as a House Officer. I felt drained by the first 3 postings, I felt Internal Medicine was only going to get the crumbs left of me as the other Rotations already took bigger bites off me. So I had to pray repeatedly for God to give me zeal and passion to work so that I can be at my best for my patients. What made the situation worse was the fact that Internal Medicine was one of my worst Postings back in Med School. After asking God for help severally, I think I forgot to keep on asking but He answered anyway. As the days went by, I felt alive again and found zeal to work with. 

Days into the posting, I became really sick. I hadn't been that sick in 19 years, I battled it, it wasn't in my nature to just be off work and helpless but I couldn't help it. It was so bad that taking a bath was really a struggle. Medications weren't doing their bit, I got paranoid that it was probably COVID-19 🥺. To the glory of God, I recovered after 10 days. I worked for another 10 days and had the second wave of sickness. This time around, it didn't peak gradually but hit me straight with intense fever and malaise. The investigations done weren't suggestive of anything in particular. I had to treat with intravenous medications because I needed speedy relief as I couldn't 'afford' to be off work again. I didn't have maximum support like I had the first time, I prayed and believed God. Enough of the ill health, because by His stripes, I was healed. Our healing is already a won victory, I only need to work in the knowledge of it. 

After the episodes of ill health, my eyes opened more to what compassion really means. Having been a patient, I had a clearer image of how I should care for my patients. So perhaps my ordeals served as part of the answers to the prayers I made at the beginning of the posting.

Today as I write, my body is sore, I have muscle cramps all over due to the CPR I did two nights ago. It was the most intense and the only successful chest compressions I've ever done, and the man regained full consciousness and I led him to Christ. News reaching me this morning was that he had another arrest last night and we lost him. I'm not so pained, I'm grateful I was able to minister to him. I learned from his bedside that what Heidi Baker said about healing is true. She said that our duty is to love while God's duty is to heal the person. While I worked on that chest, I did give it my all in love, I combined the physical procedure with prayers. I've also learned not to procastinate my workout plans 😄😂😂🙅🏋️🏃🙊🙈as some procedures require physical strength and agility. I also learned to seize every opportunity, because I remember that one of the reasons I wanted him to live was so that I can minister Christ to him and God granted me that.

In all, I thank God for the lessons of this final Rotation, I thank God for what He is shaping me into, for those He has placed above me, for the lessons learned under them and for this season of my life which has remained exciting. To Him be all the glory. Amen.