Immediately as I rolled in the medical facilities door, Dr. Muse saw my ghostly, white complexion and withered appearance, and said, "Merrym, you need to get to the hospital now!" I answered, "My ride just left to an appointment. I was lucky just to get here. I don't know how I'm suppose to get to the hospital!" My doctor grabbed the phone, dialed and said, "Can I get a taxi at the IHC medical building. I need you to transport a patient to the hospital. This is the patients doctor and I'll be paying you. Hurry please!" I sat there not comprehending the conversation I had just heard.
Next thing I remember, I woke in a strange hospital room with tubes connected to me from every direction I looked. My daughter was standing over me, in yellow paper scrubs used for quarantine, rubbing my forehead softly and singing praises to God, while tears flowed from those beautiful brown eyes.
When she realized I was awake and comprehending what had happened, where I was and why. She said, "Hold on Mommy! I'll go get someone to explain what's going on," exited for a few minutes, returning with a nurse in tow.
Very professionally, he pulled the covers off my leg and sat me up enough to see it. What I saw is something I'll never forget. The bottom half of my leg was dark purple, swollen as big as the thigh on my other leg. My eyes focused on a skin tear running down the middle, while puss continuously oozed from it, puddling underneath my foot. But worst of all was my toes, they were black as coal and bloated.
The nurse said, "When you got here, you were minutes from death. We thought we lost you more than once. Let the antibiotics get in your system, rest and the doctor will be here in the morning to explain what his plans are for you." I mumbled to my daughter, "I love you kiddo!" as everything slowly faded into a abysmal darkness...
On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the night.
Psalm 63:6
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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