He's a crafty creature…
Somehow, he managed to sneak past my internal defense system and set up house for himself. How dare he! Killer that he is, like all superbugs, he is cruel and callous. He enjoys making his victims suffer. Malicious and malevolent, he is not happy unless he's making people sick. Mister Nasty has earned his name.
He showed up about a month ago. Uninvited, Mister Nasty entered my body. I don't know which route he took to get inside me, but he did. And from the looks of things, he had no intention of leaving any time soon.
Mister Nasty first began to make his presence known when I began to experience a mild sore throat. This was followed by occasional bodily chills, an irritating cough, and a feeling of prolonged tiredness which left a physically active man like me feeling weak and frustrated.
But once he established a foothold for himself, he wasted no time turning it into a stronghold. For days, it felt as if he was winning. I became quite ill. This went on for weeks. The staff in the Infirmary said it wasn't Covid. But whatever the case, it was definitely an invasion by a superbug. This was no ordinary flu.
I fought it quietly and prayerfully. The nurse at the sick call window handed me a bottle of generic cough syrup and a handful of sinus/allergy tablets. None of this had any affect. So it was just up to me and the Lord to fight this monster.
By now a month had gone by with no end in sight. There were days when even breathing required extra effort. At one point I thought it was turning into pneumonia, and I prayed all the more. While another trip to the infirmary for "sick call" only resulted in being given another bottle of the same ineffective cough syrup, and another round of allergy pills.
Thankfully, in the course of time, Mister Nasty began to weaken. Things began to turn around and go in my favor. I was coughing up piles of sticky phlegm and blowing it through my nose as well. This went on for weeks. While at the same time, my overall levels of energy and strength were getting back to normal.
Right now, I'm about 95 percent over Mister Nasty's attack. But even when I was at my worst point, I still went about my daily business. I am, however, very grateful for all my friends, both in here and on the outside, who've been so diligently praying for me.
What more can I say other than, "Good riddance, Mister Nasty." Once again, God's words always ring true. "No weapon that is formed against me shall succeed" (Isaiah 54:17). This is the Lord's promise to His children. Amen and Amen!
D.B.
He showed up about a month ago. Uninvited, Mister Nasty entered my body. I don't know which route he took to get inside me, but he did. And from the looks of things, he had no intention of leaving any time soon.
Mister Nasty first began to make his presence known when I began to experience a mild sore throat. This was followed by occasional bodily chills, an irritating cough, and a feeling of prolonged tiredness which left a physically active man like me feeling weak and frustrated.
But once he established a foothold for himself, he wasted no time turning it into a stronghold. For days, it felt as if he was winning. I became quite ill. This went on for weeks. The staff in the Infirmary said it wasn't Covid. But whatever the case, it was definitely an invasion by a superbug. This was no ordinary flu.
I fought it quietly and prayerfully. The nurse at the sick call window handed me a bottle of generic cough syrup and a handful of sinus/allergy tablets. None of this had any affect. So it was just up to me and the Lord to fight this monster.
By now a month had gone by with no end in sight. There were days when even breathing required extra effort. At one point I thought it was turning into pneumonia, and I prayed all the more. While another trip to the infirmary for "sick call" only resulted in being given another bottle of the same ineffective cough syrup, and another round of allergy pills.
Thankfully, in the course of time, Mister Nasty began to weaken. Things began to turn around and go in my favor. I was coughing up piles of sticky phlegm and blowing it through my nose as well. This went on for weeks. While at the same time, my overall levels of energy and strength were getting back to normal.
Right now, I'm about 95 percent over Mister Nasty's attack. But even when I was at my worst point, I still went about my daily business. I am, however, very grateful for all my friends, both in here and on the outside, who've been so diligently praying for me.
What more can I say other than, "Good riddance, Mister Nasty." Once again, God's words always ring true. "No weapon that is formed against me shall succeed" (Isaiah 54:17). This is the Lord's promise to His children. Amen and Amen!
D.B.
