Misinterpreting My Pain

Another fact about me is that my kidneys are in the habit of making kidney stones. It started because of the fact that I had to go on a diet in order to help control my seizures since my seizures can’t be fully controlled by meds. There are many things I could say I’ve seen God in throughout this part of my life, but I want to focus on the very beginning.

There was once a time when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling really uncomfortable. I thought that it was simply that I was having a hard time finding a comfortable position to sleep in due to really bad cramps. Because of that, I was just moving around and around on my bed almost non-stop. My sister was apparently awake in the middle of the night as well and heard all of the moving that I was doing. She went to tell my parents, and my parents came to get me out of bed and take me to the hospital.

I was honestly pretty confused at the time. Not only did I think that it was a problem that would just take time to go away, but my family doesn’t tend to take me to the ER unless it seemed needed. I didn’t feel like arguing with my parents or whatever. I don’t like being in arguments, I didn’t physically feel like I could, and I was perfectly willing to see if my parents were correct. Maybe I did need more help than I realized.

My parents helped me out of bed and walk to the car. My dad took me to the hospital. Since things were only getting worse, I was partially thankful that they had taken me to the ER and the other part of me was passing that I didn’t need to go. Turns out, I had a kidney stone that was too big to pass on my own. I had also had it long enough for it to scratch my kidneys to the point where my right kidney can no l longer fully function on its own.

It wasn’t a happy moment for me. What I can say though is that I’m very grateful that my parents were suspicious that I needed more help than I thought I needed. I honestly feel like God was a part of that because (1) my sister was awake, could hear me, and decided to wake up my parents and (2) my family didn’t think the same way as I did. I simply thought I was having harsh pain that needed to go away, but my family felt l like it was bigger than that. Also, it wasn’t a 4 hour wait or whatever. I believe it was just about 10-15 minutes.