or "How a friend and the election of the pope saved my life."
Well, today is an odd anniversary for me personally. Two years ago, I almost didn't make it to see the next day.
To make a long story short. There's a reason why they say on those heating pad warning labels not to fall asleep on them. Having had a pain in my back, I decided to sleep on my heating pad, this also caused me to sweat all night and become extremely dehydrated. When I got up, I felt horrible, so I didn't eat, which just made things worse. Eventually, I was rather disoriented and apparently fainted.
Thanks be to God a friend of mine came by to celebrate the new pope with a few beers. However, he found me in a stupor and pretty sick. He took me to the emergency room, and I really don't remember anything for the next two weeks.
Turns out I had gotten rhabdomyolysis to a very serious degreee that it caused sudden kidney failure. The doctors did not think I would make it through the night. So much so that my pastor came up and gave me last rites.
They transferred me to a bigger hospital and after two weeks I slowly came out of the fog I was in and after a few dialysis treatments, my kidneys "turned back on." Overall, I was in the hospital for a month.
I can't thank my friend enough. It's amazing how Divine Providence works. I do wonder if there was any connection to the devil being angry about having a new pope and I got hit with some "splashdamage" of his wrath.
Te Deum laudamus ...