I finally broke down and went to a walk-in clinic. As it turns out, I have pneumonia.
Let that sink in. That is one scary word right there. I mean, people die from pneumonia, right?
In my case, what I have is nowhere near that bad. I got a shot in the butt (which was awkward) and a prescription for an inhaler and some pills. I should be as good as new in about a week or so.
At least now I know why I’ve had the on-again, off-again fever and fatigue. The condition has a name and a cure.
I have a lot more sympathy now for those who struggle with health issues and undiagnosed ailments. It’s hard to continue feeling bad and not know why you feel that bad. If it looks like there’s no end in sight to the illness, it’s much harder to endure on a day to day basis.
God, be with all those whose ailments have not yet been given a name and give them strength to bear under this season of suffering. Grant to the doctors wisdom and understanding to be able to diagnose and give hope to those who are weary with waiting for answers.
Most of all, bring healing in Your own way and in Your own time to those who need it most.