I wake up this morning with some energy returning. No more vomiting. And the anti-nausea meds are doing their job.
I want to write about some of the moments. The ebb and flow of living a life has been on vivid display.
Much of the Jacob Collier concert I loved, and much of it I didn’t. The negative was too many flashing lights, songs that seemed more noise than music, and a “Look at me!” tone. The positive were sacred moments where Jacob and we created a choir of 7,000. I was transported.
But something was wrong towards the end. In me. My life force was leaking out. My joy was turning to dullness. My stomach hurt. I had been talking about life with the marvelous couple sitting beside me but as the concert moved to its completion, I hardly saw them.
Back to the Airbnb. In the hours from midnight, I vomited ten times. Twice more at the hospital. I decided at home that I needed medical help. I Googled “hospital near me emergency” and found “Evangelical Hospital”, an 18-minute walk away (translation for me: maybe half an hour).
I hadn’t figured out the Düsseldorf transit system. The return trip from the concert happened because a kind woman helped me navigate the German-only instructions. So I knew I had to walk to the hospital.
I was getting weaker. I was staggering on the sidewalk. The few passersby I passed at 6:00 am probably thought I was drunk.
Google Maps told me that when I got to a certain intersection, I had to walk two-fourths around a block to get to the entrance. My mind was mostly gone. I held my plastic bag for puking. Google’s entrance was all alight … but the door was locked. No bell for ringing.
And so … despair.
I looked around. The street was dark and empty. But then a car was coming. I flagged the driver down. He spoke English. I told him my story, slurring some words. He didn’t know where the Emergency entrance was. I despaired some more. I asked him to drive me to the other side of the hospital. He said yes.
Three-fourths of the way around, rather than two, there was the entrance.
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That’s all for now. Time for more sleep. Thank you for listening.
It seems like life is really testing you lately. Especially being sick in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language. I can’t believe how miserable and scary it must have been for you. Let’s pray for a speedy recovery!
Thank you, Boaz. It *has* been scary. I hope to be home on Tuesday.