As if having food poisoning wasn't enough to put a
damper on my visit to Poland, I surely made the remainder of my trip--anything
but restful.
Feeling a bit dizzy and light-headed I staggering into Lindsay's
kitchen to pour myself some juice. After struggling a bit with the whole—juice
pouring situation, I realized that laying down now took priority over the juice
I so desperately wanted. Setting the glass on the counter, I turned
to the direction of the couch.
That's when I passed out.
It was all very dream like--my head was tossed about like a
violent pinball game, but the intense pain was indication--- that this wasn't a
dream. I landed on my back halfway from the counter to my destination: the
couch. Suddenly I got a wet sensation on my head that began to drip down my
neck. I touched my hair and gasped as I stared at the blood covering my hand.
"Oh no! I am bleeding."
I jumped up from my puddle of blood, leaving a blood drip trail
and my bloody finger prints....I made my way to the bathroom. (It looked like a
horror film set) I applied pressure to my head with the nearest towel in reach.
I lay on the bathroom floor, not knowing what to do. "I don't speak
Polish, Lindsay doesn't speak Polish. This could be a problem"
Of course as I lay on the floor the power went out...so i moved
myself into the hallway. I crawled into the bedroom to get my phone to send
Lindsay warning that I had bled all over her apartment. I just couldn't bare
the thought of her coming home to see me lying in a pool of my own blood.
She and her roommate came home, cleaned and disinfected their
apartment, and assessed the wound. "Yup, there is a big cut."
We were supposed to meet a missionary couple living in Opole for
coffee that day. I ruined the coffee part of the meeting and instead it was an
ER meeting. They graciously took me to the hospital, translated for me, and
even got to help push me on a gurney through the Polish ER.
I have been praying for the last three years for God to keep me
away from Ukrainian hospitals but realized that I should have been adding a E.
European clause to my prayers. It was quite an experience. There were many
funny things that happened during my visit to the hospital in Poland.
Overall it was a decent experience.
I am so grateful to the Ayers family for all their help. They
dropped everything to help me! It was a true picture and testament of God's
loving hands--protecting me and helping me through a little trial.
I left with 6 Polish stitches as souvenirs and
the guarantee that Lindsay will remember my visit!
Post hospital look
Head wound #1- 6 stitches
Head wound #2
The stitches are out and the wound is healing.
