when things happen

I feel like I have said the title of this post many times. Many times before things happen that make my view on life change. I have had quite the crazy experience yesterday. A thing that happened, and changed my life.

"for I am the LORD that healeth thee." ~ Exodus 15:26

To make a long story short, yesterday morning, at around 620 am the phone rang. I think it is ridiculous when people call us at this crazy hour, but the caller wanted my mam to work a shift in the homecare that day. The phone had rung about four or five times and it was driving me crazy. I quickly got up and was ready to run and pick up the phone. As my left foot touched the ground it gave way and within a matter of seconds I sat on the ground. I wrapped my arms around my leg, because it felt as if there was no leg. Nothing had supported me when I was ready to get the phone, my legs were not ready to stand up. My sister came to me right away and tried to get me up, but it didn't work. She ran to get my mom, meanwhile I was able to hoist myself back on my bed and put my leg up on my desk. I sat in a weird position, with my leg sideways, and then I saw blood on the floor. O no! What had happened. My mom and sister came running down the stairs, and saw the blood. I think it must have scared them. They then traced the blood back to my foot. There was a cut under my pinky toe on my left leg (the leg that wouldn't support me). We had to get to emerge, and quick. As I was getting dressed, I started to feel hot and cold, my lips tingled and felt freezing. I had a hard time breathing normally, and basically my body was in state of shock. My mom called nine-one-one. Not because of the cut I had under my foot, but because of how my body reacted to it. The ambulance came from Red Deer, because the local ambulance was at another call. It took them about 20min. By that time I was feeling fine, had gotten dressed, read a couple of pages in my book, and talking like crazy.
My stomach growled, my throat felt parched, but the person on the 911phone had told mom that I couldn't drink or eat anything.

"And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul." ~ Genesis 2:7

When the paramedics arrived they asked me many questions, looked at my toe, asked if I could get up, walked beside me and led me upstairs, where they checked my pulse (72), blood pressure (109/78), and glucose level (4.4). They said my glucose level was pretty low, but the rest was good. That made us all think further. I can always eat. I drink tons. I do not loose weight. What if it diabetes, what if I have some sort of disease we never knew about? And what happened to my foot, how did it get cut?
When the paramedics left, I was finally allowed to eat (it was 730, and I felt like I was about to fall over again). After I had some breakfast we went to the hospital, where I was helped just about right away (compared to the last time, read 'the hospital', a post from July). The doctor and nurse took the dressing off and looked in the cut. There was nothing to be found. Then they froze my pinky toe. (My toes are wierd, I'll tell you that. I have inherited the trait of toes diving underneath each other, and it can hurt like crazy because they are permanently bend.) The dr, prior to freezing it, pulled my pinky toe straight (OUCH!), then squeezed it hard and stuck a needle in it. I felt it, it hurt, it burnt, and I felt the solution slowly enter my body. I wasn't supposed to feel the second needle. But sadly, I did feel tat. The same thing happened. After 5 minutes my toe was frozen. I have never felt a 'freezing' before, except at the dentist -once and never again!- and I always thought it wouldn't hurt. But boy was it ever painful. Anyway, then the doctor put two stitches in and a nurse cleaned and wrapped my wound.
We were out of the hospital within an hour! :D My mom and I ran some errands, as I limped and hobbled through town and carefully stepped in the truck. It hurt like crazy. Yesterday I had my leg up all day long, today I didn't. It's my own fault that my foot has been throbbing for the last 5 or 6 hours.
Tomorrow my foot is allowed to get wet! :D Yeah, I getta take a shower. And in 9 days my stitches can come out. I will get my blood work done sometime in the near future. Just to make sure there is nothing seriously wrong. However, the doctor in the hospital said that it isn't rare for people to collapse when they get up too fast after sleeping all night, and that my glucose level was perfectly normal for the state I was in (not having eaten for hours because it was just past 6am), and I do not have to worry about diabetes.
We think that when my leg collapsed my foot landed awkwardly, my toes folded backwards (up), and the skin of my pinky toe stretched so much that it ripped. The cut goes from the side of the foot to about the second (ringfinger) toe, about 1.5cm and is about .5 centimeter deep. It sounds pretty disgusting, and it really is pretty disgusting. And yes it is very painful.

However I just think, when things like this happen, it scares me. I do not know what is wrong with me. Maybe I do have something wrong with me that is quite serious but we do not know about. At least the doctor said it cannot be diabetes because my glucose is too high for that. But who knows. When things like this happen, you learn. I learned that I should not get up so quickly. I learned that I need to wake up slowly and get 'me' ready to set both feet on the floor. I learned that I do not have things in control. I learned that even though I was going to the most normal and routinely thing I am not the one who says I will get out of bed that day, or safely arrive at a destination (the phone). I realized, that it is not me who gives me life, gives me breath, gives me health, strength, and all that I stand in need of. I learned that without God I am nothing. I learned that I can only depend on Him, for every single thing in my life!

"For in him we live, and move, and have our being;" ~ Acts 17:28a