That Still Small Voice – Listen

Hello to all my readers. I’m always thrilled to have y’all stop by. I love when you take the time to comment on my posts. I’m sometimes a bit slow in responding, but I try to answer each one.

This week, my post is a bit different.

AN UNUSUAL WEEK

Last Monday, I had the first of what was to be a series of twelve, monthly injections for osteoporosis, followed by injections of yet another drug for the remainder of my life, one every six months. This was done in the infusion center of our local hospital.

Those of you who know me well know I’m allergic to everything under the sun, including having a very sensitive nose and mouth, both of which cannot tolerate certain odors.

IT BEGAN WITH A SHOT

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I went in Monday afternoon for the injection of the new drug. I asked all the appropriate questions. No one had had a reaction. All patients were doing well. Mind you, this is almost a year after my initial appointment from which I walked away due to lack of information. I should have walked away again, but I didn’t listen to that voice, that check in my spirit telling me not to do this. I knew. Yet, I didn’t walk away.

By bedtime Tuesday evening, my arm was very painful (they give it in the back of your arm in the fatty tissues). I asked my hubby to take a look as I felt big lumps beneath the injection sites. (Yes, sites, plural. The dosage is so large, it must be given in two shots, not just one, spaced two inches apart.)

IN THE ER

My arm revealed a rash and swelling in addition to the lumps or hard knots. A rather large red streak was marching toward my elbow. After reading the information provided by the hospital after the shots, we made the decision to go to the ER. We arrived at 11 p.m. and left at 5 a.m.

The diagnosis was an allergic reaction at the site. Thankfully, it wasn’t a full-blown anaphylactic reaction, which it certainly could have been. They sent me home with an injection of Benadryl and orders to take Pepcid twice a day for five days. (Did you know Pepcid acts as an antihistamine?) Today, I’m much better. The redness and swelling are gone, and I’ve been told I’m not to get another of these injections as the next time, the reaction could be even worse. No, thank you.

LISTEN WHEN HE SPEAKS

My message to you regarding this is, listen to your gut, that voice speaking to you however you perceive His messages. I told my husband when I didn’t listen before the injection, the reaction I had was God’s way of telling me this medication isn’t for me. He had to hit me over the head with the proverbial 2×4 to get my attention.

The thing is, I’d walked out of that clinic a year ago due to uneasiness about this new medicine. By last Monday, I’d asked all the right questions and had been assured more than once by my endocrinologist. So, I was as well-informed about this drug as I possibly could have been.

But my body still reacted to it.

Take your health care into your own hands. Even when you’re informed and have all the reassurance your doctors can give, if you hear that still small voice speaking, listen. I wish I had. I’m thankful my experience wasn’t worse. (Read 1 Kings 19: 11-13).

Blessings, y’all.

 

I’ve never heard of or heard this song before. I shouldn’t be surprised that God always takes me to the perfect songs for my blog posts. He’s even in the little things, supplying all our needs.