My ongoing battle with the strep A bacteria continued this week. Sunday night an infection showed up in my left hand. It was not as bad as the one in April, but it was bad enough. I went into the hospital on Monday, and the surgeon wasted no time in drawing out the infection. He didn't want to give it any chance to become "flesh-eating." He waited until Wednesday night to close it up, making sure the infection was all gone.
Before the second surgery, I told the anesthesiologists that they had to be sure I woke back up, since I still needed to finish paying for the 5 times they knocked me out in April.
Maybe all these general anesthetics will help me get ready for death. I've trusted the anesthesiologists to wake me back up each time. How much more can I trust Jesus to wake me up from death!.
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