GOD IS IN THE DRIVING SEAT

I would like to thank all of you parishioners and other people from elsewhere, for your support during the four days I was suddenly admitted at UMC Victoria Hospital. Thank you for your messages and prayers of get well soon.

The thing was unexpected, and the duration very much underestimated, that we cannot blame anyone for not letting people know, more so visit. Those who managed to know and came to see me, thank you. But I know the majority of you were praying for me, and that is more important than even a visit. Thank you.

Well 15th February, began like any other Friday here. Then we decided to go to the UMC Victoria hospital for a good up check of my sugar levels. I was worried about the high levels and the way I was generally feeling. I thought my Glucometer was playing me tricks, the readings were just too high!

All went well, their readings were as high as my readings. After giving a history of my condition to the doctor, they ordered me to the ER for some tests and “treatment”. After all had been said and done, the Dr. Discharged me and told me to report to the hospital the following morning for review.

It was while we were waiting at the reception, that the Lord’s hand took over! He wanted me to have some more time this side of the universe!

I am told that I began to sweat and breath very badly! I was unconscious. All I know is that I  was being whisked back to the ER, in a wheel chair, insisting that I was alright and that I had just been sleeping. They would not have this nonsense! Back on the bed, everybody saying that I was going no where, they just had to keep me under observation for the night. When the doctor, a very good and highly place gentleman, plus one of our Catholics here, who happens to work there as a cardiologist, said I was going no where, I bowed to them and silently said to the Lord, “You have a good reason for this, let it be!

A series of things began to unfold. I was put on oxygen to help my then short breathing, a decision was made to have a clot test and so many other tests. The clot test meant a trip to Nakasero hospital since the UMC hospital did not have the machinery for it.

In one day, a simple sugar test, ended in numerous medical tests, a ride in an ambulance and a breathing on those oxygen gadgets.

Please when you see those first moving ambulances, give way and throw in a prayer.

My sugar now is controlled, I am breathing on my own, and picking up my health. The Lord was in the driving seat, he wanted them to find out that I had clots developing. That wouldn’t had been so, if we had not gone for the imple sugar test.

Wed 13, Mar 2019 09:03 am