In our Book of Mormon study this past week we learned about the Brother of Jared and how he "cried unto the Lord" in prayer to ask that the Lord not confound the language of his family, his brother's family, and their friends during the time of the Tower of Babel . The Lord granted them their desire.
To me, "crying unto the Lord" means a prayer that is a cry or pleading out of desperation than a regular prayer would be. The Brother of Jared was desperate to not have their language confounded. Thus, he cried or pleaded unto the Lord for that desire.
Well, I thought this was perfect timing for that lesson since I had a need to "cry unto the Lord" for myself recently.
On Friday afternoon, November 7th, I started having digestive problems. My symptoms included cramping, diarrhea, nausea, and dry heaving. After a couple of days with no improvement, Kyle convinced me to get a Covid-19 test because my symptoms sounded a lot like what Emily had when she first got Covid. So, on Sunday I was able to get a drive-through test done at CVS Pharmacy. They said it would take 2 to 3 days to get the result.
As I waited for the results, my symptoms worsened. Besides the diarrhea and cramping, I had a fever off and on. I suspected that I had diverticulitis and not Covid, but I wanted to get my Covid test results before checking for diverticulitis. That turned out to be a big mistake.
Two days after my Covid test was done, my symptoms got even worse. I was in an extreme amount of pain. I knew I needed to get checked out by a doctor, but stubbornly wanted my Covid results first. Feeling desperate, I went to the Lord in prayer and "cried unto him" (I was literally in tears) asking for His help. I needed the test results ASAP. He answered my prayer and told me that I would get the results that day. Feeling better about the situation, I thanked him and closed my prayer.
Not even two hours later, my cell phone beeped notifying me that I had a text. It turned out to be my Covid test results. Boy was I happy! I was also relieved to see that I had tested negative for Covid. I was also so grateful that God had heard my prayer and answered it so definitively!
Knowing that I didn't have Covid, I reached out to my primary care doctor's office, explained my symptoms, and asked to get an appointment. Nothing was available until the next day. They told me that if my symptoms got worse then I should go to Urgent Care. Well, my symptoms did get worse so I had Alan drive me to the ER in Lancaster after he got home from work. About four hours later after blood tests, urine test, EKG, and a CAT scan had been done I got my diagnosis. I, indeed, did have diverticulitis.....again! I was there last May with the same illness, only this time it was much worse.
I only have one picture of myself while in the ER (Alan was not allowed into the hospital because of Covid). I took it while lying on a gurney in the hall because no cubicle was available. It is of my I.V. in my left hand. Fortunately, it took only one poke to get the job done. I was proud of my nurse. Sometimes it has taken up to 4 or 5 pokes to find a vein.
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