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I'm Back After 6 Weeks in Hospital, Thanks for Prayers (Ecumenical, No Fighting)
Mrs. Don-o | March 3, 2015 | Mrs. Don-o

Posted on 03/03/2015 4:38:20 PM PST by Mrs. Don-o

I've been discharged from Rehab and am now home. "Going slow, but still going." Thank you all for about a million prayers.

What follows is my recollection --- or reflection --- or maybe raving --- about one thing I experienced while in critical condition.

------------------------------Raving-----------------------------------

“Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Mark Twain

Hello, friends, this will have been your first and probably your last communication from me until Christ our God grants a better body/brain recovery. But I wanted to write what I can before it all disappears down the Memory Hole.

Collapsed on Jan 19, septic shock from UTI. EMT's say BP fell to something like 40. Dead.

Cardiac arrest. And again. And again. Dead, dead, dead.

No bright tunnel of light, no golden escalator with old Fleetwood Mac mix tapes, no exclusive book and movie rights. I even forgot that I'd promised, if I were ever in dramatic straits, to ask for the intercession of Elizabeth Anscombe (1919-2001). A giantess in the field of philosophy and one of God's noblewomen, she

just needs a teeny-tiny documentable miracle in order to be beatified. I even blew THAT. I wasn't only nearly dead, I was really most sincerely dead.

Teams of people, however, were darting me with epis and drilling holes in my face, neck and groin to pump in corpse-warmer concoctions faster than my baffled body could tolerate them. They forced the issue, Lord love 'em all. I was on a ventilator for sixteen days.

Prayer groups started double and triple teaming me, which opened up spaces even in the Enemy's territory where grace could operate. Dozens of St Mary's people came tumbling into the Med Center ICU with their hand-knotted rosaries and their Divine Mercy prayers, with sweet trust bordering on obstinacy.

Was it before or after my airway collapsed that a Greek Orthodox priest friend anointed me with sweet oil from a myrrh-bearing icon of St. Anne? Was it before the Two Specialists started staring at the CT and MRI results and muttering “Look at the size of that obstruction. Christ Almighty, what a mess!”--- that my pastor came and gave me the precious Blood of God –- a transfusion from the veins of Jesus Christ Our Lord?

Lord have mercy 12 x. Lord have mercy 40 x. Lord have mercy Women's Plus Size XXL with elastic waistband.

Was it before or after I started hallucinating, that the “Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, Chant-o-Matic” was being dialed up to Max right there in the Med Center atrium? Yes, dearest Baptist friends, Catholics do chant. (And OK, Orthodox buddies, we do mumble.) Anyway, a skeptical world could see how Catholics come fully armed and ready to rumble.

If you're laughing a bit, here's where it stops.

I was given a vision of evil.

I am not writing this because I want you to think, “Oh woo-woo, Mrs Wiley must be holy, she has these Mystical Experiences TM” or even (closer to the truth) “Is there nothing this proud, ignorant, hypocritical woman will not say for 15 minutes of fame?” I haven't the strength in my shaking hands to waste on dubious claims of “God told me,” nor breath in my body to argue about these things, nor (this is the important point) do I understand what I saw. God (!) told (!) me (!), “You're not going to understand but zero-point-one percent of this,” and behold, all-y'all, the fact is, I don't understand it.

I saw evil.

I saw the mouth of evil.

I know that, trembling hands or not, I'll have to explain about the “mouth,” –- though I can't. But I'll try.

It was not large. It was about an inch square, no bigger than a typical chessboard square. It was not a lewd, loose-lipped, lolling Miley Cyrus mouth, nor a thin-lipped Atheist Medical Ethicist mouth with moustache attached, like a cheap movie Mephistopheles.

In fact, there was no face attached. It was a mouth. It had one single snaggle tooth, barbed and recurved on itself like the kind of fish hook that, when the fool fish tries to back off, just digs in deeper. On the tip of the snaggle tooth was a single drop of green venom sufficient, I thought, to destroy life on all inhabited planets.

And the mouth was inside-out.

How you can tell a “mouth” is "inside-out" I do not know, except that it seems I read somewhere about some odious marine parasite that chomps down on some part of its intended victim and then turns itself inside-out, so that the victim is enveloped and slowly digested by the writhing, now-exterior intestines.

Holiness? Heaven? People speak of near-death experiences glowing with consolation and beatitude; my NDE was more involved with Homicide and Hell.

On the way from the CT scan unit to the ICU I had an RN transporting me whom I know only slightly, but who has always been---- shall we say ---- a challenge to my Faith-Hope-Charity. She is brisk, paper-rattling and officious, a sort of pointillist-Catholic as it happens, and I was already running almost bone-dry in the Theological Virtue department.

She got passive-aggressive with me when I was experiencing anguish and terror. She had disputed with me for hours, contemptuously, dismissively, over whether I could have a freaking mouth swab.

Not that I could speak much beyond “ungh, ungh.” But I could point to the mouth swabs which were an inch beyond my reach, and point to my mouth where everything was stuck together like Crazy Glue, and make the classic Praying Hands gesture, and she would say, “You had swab 32 minutes ago, thang Q!” and then walk away.

I couldn't make out her accent but she had evidently was trained someplace where they told her that it is the ultimate in American professional courtesy to end every sentence with “Thank you,” regardless of context. Thus:

“Do NOT bite tongue, thang Q!”

“Do NOT move finger, thang Q!”

“Stop BREATHING, thang Q!”

“You are NOT thirsty. You had swab 44 minutes ago, thang Q!”

He face right next to mine (and she smelled like Citrusy-Fresh Floor Disinfectant) “You are not thirsty. You had swab only 55 minutes ago, thang Q!”

I was left sweltering in my own sweat for hours in a claustrophobic underground corridor between the CT unit and the ICU. "Nurse DeeDee" attempted no gesture of consolation, offered nothing, disappeared for hours without explanation, would pop back round the corner with,

“I SAID, Do not bite tongue, thang Q!”

Bad nurse. Nurse Ratched.

Motto: Service to Subhumanity.

DeeDee, Destroyer of Worlds.

If I had a choice between Jesus Christ or a filet knife, I would have chosen the knife. I'm sure I could have done a satisfactory amount of damage with it. If I had a choice between Jesus Christ or pushing this despicable woman through a window, my dying words would have been, “Ah, lovely bloody plate glass.”

Then I saw the Mouth of Evil open up to swallow me and the entire world. And the entire world. And I heard an intense warning:

“Forgive her.”

“I can't, Lord. Can't You see my mind is disintegrating?”

“Forgive her.”

“Are YOU freaking crazy, too? I'm being destroyed by this stupid disease and I'm laying in this stupid lithotomy position at the mercy of this stupid odious DeeDee, my mind is being shattered under the hammer-blows of pain and fear. I can't chose anything, can't calculate anything, can't desire anything ...”

“I didn't say anything about 'Calculate.'”

“I can't forgive her.”

“Of course you can't. Your pulmonary, cardiac and renal functions are failing. Your brain function is disintegrating. YOU can't forgive her. How right you are. Ask Me to forgive her.”

“How long do I have to decide?”

“You moron! There is no more time! Do it now!”

I was well and truly freaked.

“Oh, Dear Lord...?”

“Yes?”

“Dear Lord, forgive DeeDee...”

“And?”

“And wash away her iniquities, or whatever it is You do...”

“And?”

“And don't hold her offenses against her. And help her to become the kind of RN and the kind of good Catholic woman she ought to be.” There's a whole lot more I could say but I'm already past my 0.1% comprehension and well into the realm of Memory Remodeling and Confabulation (Google it.) Thank you all so much for your prayers. The infected kidney stone? It disappeared. Gone, baby, gone.

Forgive your DeeDee's.

And as for Servant of God Elizabeth Anscombe? Thank you, old girl, thank you.


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To: Lurker
he never asked your forgiveness. You are under no moral obligation to give it.

Jesus on the cross, and St. Stephen whilst being stoned, serve as counterexamples to your contention.

81 posted on 03/03/2015 8:17:51 PM PST by grey_whiskers (The opinions are solely those of the author and are subject to change without notice.)
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To: smokingfrog

+1


82 posted on 03/03/2015 8:19:16 PM PST by grey_whiskers (The opinions are solely those of the author and are subject to change without notice.)
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To: Salvation

I may not reply to these requests ,but be assured you are in my thoughts and prayers.


83 posted on 03/03/2015 8:56:17 PM PST by peteyd (A dog may bite you in the ass,but it will never stab you in the back.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o
My only assay at contentiousness in this thread.

The Voice responded to being called "Dear Lord," although in my abnormal mental state esp. one never knows....

Satan is certainly not going to order you to forgive, and then, when you are unable, tell you to ask *him* to forgive for you.

Right? ;-)

84 posted on 03/03/2015 9:42:04 PM PST by grey_whiskers (The opinions are solely those of the author and are subject to change without notice.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o

So happy you are on the mend. Your posts are consistently the best. God bless.


85 posted on 03/03/2015 9:45:36 PM PST by EDINVA
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To: All

Reminder to donate $5 or $10 to end the Freepathon.

86 posted on 03/03/2015 9:46:22 PM PST by Jet Jaguar
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To: Mrs. Don-o

“The whole 16 days on the ventilator...” plus your heart stopping so many times.

A miracle happened to you by the grace and goodness of our Lord Jesus Christ and God the Father and the Holy Spirit. I’m awed by what happened to you and you are still alive and your brain is surely working.


87 posted on 03/03/2015 10:04:18 PM PST by Marcella (Prepping can save your life today. Going Galt is freedom.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o; don-o
God bless you both, and welcome home, Mrs. D! Thanks for sharing your story and the prayer with us!

🎆😀🎆 <----Your own personal cheerleader!

88 posted on 03/03/2015 10:04:49 PM PST by Grateful2God (Oh dear Jesus, Oh merciful Jesus, Oh Jesus, son of Mary, have mercy on me. Amen.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o

Good to see you back and Prayers on healthy recovery.


89 posted on 03/03/2015 11:30:30 PM PST by StoneWall Brigade (Daniel 2 Daniel 7 Daniel 9 Revelation 13 Revelation 16 Revelation 17 Revelation 18 Revelation 19)
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To: Mrs. Don-o

I’m so glad you’re home. People get sick in the hospital!

I confess I hadn’t thought of Elizabeth Anscombe all this time ... but now I will!


90 posted on 03/04/2015 4:21:08 AM PST by Tax-chick (Wash, rinse, dry, put away.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o

I am so glad you have recovered, and see that you endured the horror - not only at the point of departure, but also at the hands of the Obamunists in the “end-of-life dignity” facility.

God may forgive - I never will.


91 posted on 03/04/2015 4:34:16 AM PST by Old Sarge (Its the Sixties all over again, but with crappy music...)
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To: Old Sarge
Old Sarge, I ought to have made this clearer:

All of the doctors, nurses and medical staff I encountered were outstaningly professional and caring. They saved my life and 99% treated me with compassion.

There was just this one DeeDee in the ointment. :o(

As my old pastor would have said, "Pray for the %* $#@. It's the only way to help her, or you, become a bit worthier as a human being."

92 posted on 03/04/2015 6:00:52 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.)
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To: grey_whiskers
exactly, Grey_Whiskers. This was either Our Good Lord or a Good Angel sent by Him.

Heaven is teeming with people who forgive and have been forgiven.

There is no forgiveness in hell--- which is what makes it hell.

93 posted on 03/04/2015 6:05:00 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.)
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To: Mrs. Don-o

I am reminded of the lamb and goat judgement: “Get from Me, ye cursed...”

There are people out there who are beyond redemption - and I won’t waste prayer on them.


94 posted on 03/04/2015 6:17:57 AM PST by Old Sarge (Its the Sixties all over again, but with crappy music...)
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To: Tax-chick; Grateful2God
For more on Anscombe: Anscombe (Link). I have to admit I often don't understand her. She proved to me that you can love somebody you don't understand.
95 posted on 03/04/2015 6:37:43 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.)
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To: grey_whiskers
More on Anscombe
96 posted on 03/04/2015 6:39:21 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.)
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To: Yaelle; Tax-chick
Thank you with all my heart, Yaelle.

I’m thinking about the notion that Our Lord quite possibly called me a “moron.” (Not “Come to me, my little Peach-a-reno.”) I could be the Patron Saint of Morons! A following of millions! Morons on a Mission!

See why I love the Catholic Church?

:o\

:o?

:oD

97 posted on 03/04/2015 6:53:26 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (I believe in One God, the Father Almighty. Creator of Heaven and Earth.)
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To: Kenny Bunk

Mrs. Don-o Hospital, Portal of Purgatory!!


98 posted on 03/04/2015 7:03:00 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (I believe in One God, the Father Almighty. Creator of Heaven and Earth.)
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To: Old Sarge
"There are people out there who are beyond redemption..."

But Old Sarge, you don't know for sure who they are NOW, do you?

On striking fact about the "lamb and goat judgment" is that all the parties are surprised. Both the saved and the damned are saying, "But Lord, when did we see you hungry..." etc. etc.

They are ALL surprised.

99 posted on 03/04/2015 7:10:21 AM PST by Mrs. Don-o (Save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy)
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To: Mrs. Don-o
Portal of Purgatory!!

Nice ring to it. Of course, we won't be able to refer any Baptist patients! We'll have to indulge them some other way.

BTW, welcome back!

100 posted on 03/04/2015 7:18:54 AM PST by Kenny Bunk (Hello new Latinos! Adios a la Republica!)
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