Faith Healing

I would always hear those stories about a couple whose child died because the child was sick and the couple refused to take their child to the doctor because they believed God would heal their child. They refused to believe that God could bring healing through the doctor or modern medicine, it had to come through a narrow predetermined way they had chosen to believe in and were too narrow-minded or too stubborn or too something to accept that God might just use some other means to bring healing for their child. And because of this, their child had died.

I hated those stories because I felt so powerless. I wanted to be able to go back in time and shake those parents and make them listen. I wanted to save the life of the poor child who had literally suffered to death, but I knew there was nothing I could do to help them.

I grew up in a religious home, but my parents always took us to the doctor when we needed it and gave us medication when the doctor felt is was necessary. I never thought my parents would turn into one of those faith healing fanatics who would risk their own health in their shortsightedness.

However, my dad has turned into one of those people. My dad has type 2 diabetes. My dad believes that God is going to heal him. For whatever reason, that means he can’t manage his diabetes via modern medicine in the meantime because that would be “doubting God will heal him” so he’s stopped testing his blood sugar and stopped taking his insulin. Because of this, he developed an infection in his ankle. Well, naturally, God’s going to heal that too. My dad refuses to see a doctor about it. He refuses to accept that God might heal him of the infection through modern medicine. And as a result, the infection has grown to at least 6 inches long and wraps around his ankle and I am terrified he’s going to need his foot amputated if he lets it go much longer. But still he refuses to see a doctor about it. I’m also afraid the infection is going to go septic and threaten his very life and he’ll still refuse to be seen.

I’m scared for him, and I feel helpless. And I’m mad and frustrated because he won’t take care of himself and he’s putting his wife and me through this.

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Purging is more important than an infection

I spent the weekend with my brothers. We drank lots of alcohol, played lots of games, and watched lots of anime. We also watched the first two X-Men movies.

We went to bed late Sunday night (around 2:30 on Monday morning, if you want to be technical). I noticed as I was getting ready for bed that I had a small rash on my leg, about the size of a half dollar coin.

An hour later, I woke up in excruciating pain. The rash had spread up my torso and down the other leg. It was bright red and painful. I was shaking, had chest pain, and shortness of breath.

I woke up my brother and he took me to the ER. I was given IV antibiotics immediately, and they drew 10 tubes of blood.

I was admitted to the hospital and my labs showed that the infection (the cause of my rash) had gone into my blood. I received super strong antibiotics all day and all night last night.

I have to be in the hospital through tonight, then the doctor will reassess tomorrow. I am starting to feel a lot better, but the antibiotics are hard on the body.

I got to shower this morning, which was AWESOME, but I haven’t been able to brush out my hair yet. The hospital’s idea of a hair brush is a tiny, flimsy comb. I couldn’t brush my hair out with that normally, but my hair is a giant not from being in bed all day yesterday, and I had no conditioner or detangler and my hair likes to tangle if I even look at it, so it tangles in the process of brushing it out.

Despite having a septic infection (I think that’s what the doctor called it), I still managed to purge everything I’ve eaten.

Yes, I’ve been purging while in the ER/hospital for a severe infection.

Clearly, something is wrong with this.