It's happened in the past, and it has happened once more...
On the night of Saturday, March 3rd, I went to sleep. Everything was fine up to this point. But when I awoke the following morning, however, I could barely walk. When I opened my eyes on Sunday, I found that my left foot was badly swollen. I was also in extreme pain.
Thus, I was unable to go to church. Fortunately, I did send word to both my chaplain and the congregation that I would not be coming. I could hardly walk.
Then on Monday, I made my way to the prison's Infirmary for "sick call." I had to sit in the waiting room for an hour or so until it was my turn to see the nurse. He took my blood pressure, which was very high. In fact, it was elevated to a point where the doctor stepped into the examination room and asked if I wanted to go into the hospital for a few days of observation. I politely but flat out told him, "No, thank you!"
In any event, after examining me, the head nurse filled out a standard "Medical Limitations" form, and I was given seven days of bed rest. I'm to stay confined to my cell except for taking a daily shower or doing basic chores like throwing out my garbage or washing clothes. And of course I could go on a visit if I had one. But I'm happy because now I have a chance to rest my body.
My medical restriction is really a blessing in disguise. It's probably just what the Doctor Jesus wants for me at this time. I will miss not being with my friends, but I'll be fine. Jesus and I are now spending an entire week together. As the Bible says, in the Lord's presence is fullness of joy (Psalm 16:11).
D.B.
Thus, I was unable to go to church. Fortunately, I did send word to both my chaplain and the congregation that I would not be coming. I could hardly walk.
Then on Monday, I made my way to the prison's Infirmary for "sick call." I had to sit in the waiting room for an hour or so until it was my turn to see the nurse. He took my blood pressure, which was very high. In fact, it was elevated to a point where the doctor stepped into the examination room and asked if I wanted to go into the hospital for a few days of observation. I politely but flat out told him, "No, thank you!"
In any event, after examining me, the head nurse filled out a standard "Medical Limitations" form, and I was given seven days of bed rest. I'm to stay confined to my cell except for taking a daily shower or doing basic chores like throwing out my garbage or washing clothes. And of course I could go on a visit if I had one. But I'm happy because now I have a chance to rest my body.
My medical restriction is really a blessing in disguise. It's probably just what the Doctor Jesus wants for me at this time. I will miss not being with my friends, but I'll be fine. Jesus and I are now spending an entire week together. As the Bible says, in the Lord's presence is fullness of joy (Psalm 16:11).
D.B.
