I had just spent two weeks in the hospital. More proof, God isn't done with me-yet. No one wants to spend time in the hospital, and certainly not someone with my gifts.
There was no choice, I couldn't breathe. It turned out I had pneumonia, and the coughing wouldn't stop. I was drowning in liquid, and my lungs were having trouble sustaining my body.
I did get a private room though. It was small, but comfy. I spent a lot of time looking out the window. It overlooked the parking lot, but I could stare over the tree tops, and pretend I was elsewhere.
There were elderly patients in the rooms alongside mine, and I could hear them struggling to breathe. Both of those patients expired during my hospital stay, and I was able to watch them cross over.
It was a sad, but surreal experince being on the contagious disease floor. One of the nurses had lost an older sister to pneumonia recently, and I heard her talking about it-right outside my door!.
By the time I was strong enough to leave the hospital, a lot of folks in surrounding rooms, had expired. To say I was happy to leave the hospital, was an understatement.
My husband took me home, and tucked me into bed. Of course, this was the last I place I wanted to be. I got up after laying in bed around thirty minutes, and took a look at the condo. It was dusty and needed a good cleaning. I knew I would have to wait until my husband went to work the next morning. There would be no way he would allow me to vacuum or dust!
As soon as he was out the door for work, I pulled out the vacuum and plugged it in. I was weak, and breaking out in a sweat, but I wanted to vacuum up the dust. As soon as I had pushed that vacuum around a couple times, I heard a very distinct voice. It was my Grandmother, and she was hollering at me!
" ***** ****! " She said my full name, which I will not write here.
" The house Stay!, but you go!...Lay down- Now! Catalina! " She bellowed.
I had heard her say this to me in the past. She meant, the house will always be there, but if you die when you are so sick (she had taken care of me, many, many times after past hospital stays, or illnesses), what's the point!...
This was heard OVER the hum of the vacuum cleaner!. We are talking a four foot eleven woman, who had been deceased for close to eight years by this point.
Needless to say, I laughed, and then put away the vacuum. I did as she said... Got back into bed, and healed...
I KNEW I was being watched over by her. At that moment, I felt so loved...