Getting My Strength Back

The day I got the news about my package I cried, my heart sunk to the bottom of my feet. But I didn't cry for long.
 I wasn't eating, I had to have a blood transfusion. A iv full of  meds and I was taking about 9 to12 pill 3 times a day. I couldn't bathe myself and I had to have a toilet beside my bed.
I'm not sure if my room was full of people or not, I just remember closing my eyes and praying.
 I ask God to forgive me for my sins, I asked for forgiveness for me mistreating HIS temple. Forgiveness for being so careless with the life He let me borrow. And I praised and thanked Him for sparing my life. I was reborn.

 And slowly I began  to get my strength back.

 The person that was suppose to come help me bathe that day didn't show up (my family & I didn't want the nurses to do it). So I got out of bed because I was mad that person didn't show up. Now keep in mind I'm hooked up to a  IV, oxygen and a heart monitor machine, I rolled a chair with everything I needed in the bathroom. Sat in the chair in front of the mirror, I wasn't really cool with looking at myself  yet. I got myself cleaned up and changed, stopping every few minutes because I would get dizzy and have trouble breathing. But I did it and got myself back in bed.
 I made a deal with my nurse and my dad. With nurse Terry  I said, if you can get me boiled eggs instead of scrambled I will eat( I'm funny about my eggs). My dad said, if  you promise to eat I will bring you chicken wings... everyday..
So you know I had to start eating.