But thou, O Lord, are a shield for me; my
glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Psalm 3:3
At the start of the year, I was stricken with the flu...
glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Psalm 3:3
At the start of the year, I was stricken with the flu...
Somehow, it quickly turned into an acute case of bronchitis. Perhaps the level of secondhand smoke, which is especially high during the winter months when many of the inmates keep their cell windows closed to avoid the cold, helped to contribute to this? I'm very sensitive to indoor smoke. So this could be a factor.
In any case, the bronchial infection is beginning to leave now, albeit slowly. For weeks, I had been coughing up lots of phlegm, while at other times I found myself gasping for air. Having to deal with smoke, dust and stale air is part of prison life. Plus, living in close quarters means that when one man sneezes, everyone within ten feet of him has to breathe in some of this mucopurulent mist. The free sharing of germs occurs easily in this kind of environment.
In prison, one learns to have patience. For me, it also means having complete trust in God. As He is the One who lifts up my head when I am depressed or feeling sick. He gives me the strength to go on, and to endure.
D.B.
In any case, the bronchial infection is beginning to leave now, albeit slowly. For weeks, I had been coughing up lots of phlegm, while at other times I found myself gasping for air. Having to deal with smoke, dust and stale air is part of prison life. Plus, living in close quarters means that when one man sneezes, everyone within ten feet of him has to breathe in some of this mucopurulent mist. The free sharing of germs occurs easily in this kind of environment.
In prison, one learns to have patience. For me, it also means having complete trust in God. As He is the One who lifts up my head when I am depressed or feeling sick. He gives me the strength to go on, and to endure.
D.B.
