During this hospital stay I had to go through detox while being monitored by medical staff. I know that's 'The Norm' except there is not anything normal about my situation or illnesses. If one thing goes wrong I can go from life-to-death in seconds.
Memories I have of that time are just a jumble of sporadic fragmented flashes...
- One nurse was with me constantly. I needed one-on-one attention to make sure I did not become completely out of control before she could administer a tranquilizer, because I had hurt myself.
- Faces; Peg, Robert, Glory, Ann, Karen, Bill, Ace and Courtney. They were all smiling while tears ran down their faces and comforting words seeped from their quivering lips.
- Throwing up constantly. It was to the point that no matter how many times the staff changed me and tried to catch the vomit, my bed and I were drenched continually.
- Being angry that I couldn't move (they restrained me for my protection).
- The moment Peg said she was sorry, but she had to go home, goodbye and be good, all the while I pleaded for her to take me with her.
- Glory telling me I was once again going to a nursing home. At that point I was ready to just give up on living. God whispered, "Merrym, it's OK! I'm with you where ever you go! Trust Me!"
And I did...
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
Psalm 28:7
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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