The last 5 days have been rough. I mean REALLY rough. Any family who has lost a week to the stomach plague can relate.
Tuesday night it began. Up all night. Nine hours overnight with a very sick six-year-old. I was tired, but also had psyched myself up that I was going to do what needed to be done, take the best care I could of my son, and we’d get through it.
Wednesday found me still caring for my tired and sick son, but busy cleaning floors, bathrooms, beds and doing laundry between naps. Wednesday night brought much needed rest.
Thursday, we beat it! Back to normal. Thursday night at bedtime. We didn’t beat it. My three-year-old started at 10pm for what would be another all-nighter. This one rougher, because he is younger and more scared and because by the early hours of Friday morning, I had it too.
Friday, everyone in our household is sick, except my 6-year-old is getting better. I no longer care about the cleaning and laundry, just getting naps and sipping Gatorade. Friday night, I’m thinking we should all start getting better, but we get worse instead. My three-year-old develops a fever and continues to be sick on his stomach. As I fall asleep Friday night on the couch with him, I am feeling bad…really bad. With the days prior to getting sick myself spent taking care of my boys, I had neglected to drink or eat much, and by the time I got sick, it was a bit too late.
Saturday morning I woke up around 12:30 a.m., weak and in pain. In the kitchen, I realized I was in trouble…everything was getting foggy and dark….i tried to step and call for help and then everything went dark. I heard a lot of loud noise but couldn’t see anything, and then I was out. I woke up closer to 1:30, on the other side of the kitchen, on my back, head and neck throbbing. On my left, a kitchen chair was overturned, and on my right, one side of the refrigerator was hanging open. I realized that I must have been trying to grab onto things to keep from falling, but I had no memory of it. Crawling back to the couch in the living room all I could think of was getting some kind of drink. I reached for the drink by the couch and knocked it over and it spilled out everywhere. I crawled up onto the couch and was out in a minute. I came to around 3:30 a.m. and crawled back to the bathroom. On my way back, it all started again…everything going black. I made it to the couch and tried to call for help, but I was too weak to talk. I prayed, “Lord please just let me find my phone…its somewhere here in the dark…please.” After about 10 minutes I found it and called my Mom and ask her to please call for help.
By the time the ambulance arrived I had started to go into shock. I was shaking uncontrollably, confused, my heart was beating irregularly and my whole body was starting to itch and turn red with a sudden rash, and my blood pressure was lower than normal. Even under the blankets the EMTs laid over me, the night air felt terribly cold with the t-shirt and shorts i had on. I was scared, confused, and overwhelmingly thirsty. “Please…can i please have a drink?”, I asked the EMT in the back of the ambulance. “No, but we will be starting an IV.” The IV gave a little relief on the way to the ER before they took it out. But my whole body was still so parched, my mouth dry, my whole body crying out for a drink. I couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong at the time, but i did know it had something to do with thirst. It’s all I could think about. Nothing else mattered but getting a drink.
The ER was busy and there were no rooms available, and because my vitals were stable enough i was wheeled over to the waiting room until the nurse called me back. What was probably only 45 minutes to an hour felt incredibly long to me. Sitting there in a wheelchair, in my pjs, shaking uncontrollably, itching all over at the mysterious rash, people staring but then trying not to notice, ALL I could think about was my thirst. I sent about four confusing texts with shaky hands to a family member who was going to be coming in a bit to please bring a drink. Nothing else mattered to me. Just a drink. It was literally consuming. When i was wheeled back to check in, I asked the same nurse three times…”Please, can you get me a drink. I know you have something nearby. Please.” “Not until after you see the doctor.” I don’t blame the nurse…she was as kind as she could be and was just doing her job. After more waiting, i was taken back to a bed and another nurse hooked me up to an IV (just as I was asking the new nurse for a drink).
Slowly, but surely, it began to happen. I could feel it from the inside out. It felt like life entering my body. I began to rehydrate. From the inside out I was feeling less and less parched and eventually I realized that even though no water or gatorade had touched my mouth in hours, even my mouth was not dry anymore. 1 Liter later I began to feel like myself again. My heart stopped palpitating, my rash disappeared, the shaking stopped, and i drifted quickly off to sleep. I slept more soundly for those few hours in that ER cot than I had slept all week. Refreshed from the inside out.
I have never been so physically thirsty in all of my life. And many of my thoughts in the last two days have revolved around water and thirst. We all thirst. Daily for water. But we thirst for many things. Love, acceptance, and purpose to name a few. My mind has wandered today (on this first of two days of doctor-ordered bed rest) of all the thirsty people i see. Sometimes, i glance at them and then look away, because it’s uncomfortable to see people so in need. Thirsty, not in body, but thirsty in spirit. Desperate for love, joy, peace, acceptance, purpose. People at the grocery store. People walking along the street. People who just by looking at their eyes can tell you they are desperately thirsty. Maybe so thirsty that it is all they think about, that it consumes them. Maybe so thirsty that they are confused as to what is really going on in their life. Desperate for a drink.
Jesus talked a lot about thirst and water. In John 7, Jesus is celebrating the Feast of Tabernacles, where the priests would have poured water and wine towards the base of the altar, a symbolic offering giving thanks to God for water and rain, and a prayer for abundant rain in the coming year, which would yield a bountiful harvest. It is in this context, while the people are thinking of their human thirst for water and the need for rain for their crops, that John 7:37-38 picks up:
“On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood up and said in a loud voice, ‘Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them’.”
We are all thirsty for more than water, and sometimes the thirst can be consuming in the dry seasons of our life. Jesus promises that if we believe in him, ask him, call on him for help, he will quench the thirst inside that nothing else can fill. Spiritually hydrated from the inside out. What a promise. What a wonderful God. I am drinking lots of water today, and feeling much better. I’m also thankful that when I feel thirsty for more than water, I know the Source, the Giver of Life, whose well never runs dry.
“The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” Isaiah 58:11
“Jesus answered, ‘Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life’.” John 4:13-14