Mickey's first injection was this morning. The staff at the hospital made it sound so easy. I took the stuff out of the bag they sent: syringe, vial of powder medicine, sterile alcohol wipe. A slight panic set in. I read the instructions in minuscule print on the vial. Now I started crying. I had no idea what I was doing. Thank God that a visiting pastor walked by and noticed my tears and asked if I needed help. I explained, and he said that he would get his wife who was a nurse. Thank God.
She came out to help and had lots of questions about dosage, how deep into the muscle, weight, etc. I had no answers. We checked the Internet (which was actually working this morning). We were pretty sure we had it figured out, set everything we needed on a plate, and went to wash our hands. By the time we got back, Suse--Gertrude's sister who is a nurse--returned from the airport after a week in St. Louis du Nord. She took over. Thank God.
I watched what she did to mix the solution and get it into the syringe. I never could have done it. I never could have intuitively figured out what to do.
As my panic set in and I felt overwhelmed and in way over my head, God sent what I needed at just the right moment. God's timing is perfect.
Jamie, I am impressed that you WANTED to do this for Mickey! So glad that everything worked out. Just think - when you return to work as a middle school teacher and something seems overwhelming, you can say, "At LEAST I don't have to give an injection!" :-)
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Susan
What a gift you received! God provided JUST when you needed it- not too soon, not too late. At just the right time. That is a reminder to me that God can be trusted! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWow! You continue to impress! Way to go!
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Laura