Upon returning home I began to have complications from the anesthesia. I was experiencing a burning sensation all over my body. My tongue was heavy and I broke out in hives. I woke my boyfriend up and asked him to take me to the ER. We drove over to my grandmothers house to pick up my mom and head to the Hospital.
Once we arrived at the Hospital my symptoms began to worsen. I asked the receptionist if she could get the nurse to see me right away due to my allergic reaction. She notified me that I would have to wait to be registered. I told her the urgency to see the nurse and she ignored me. I tried my best to act civilized because my mom was with me but at that point I was furious. I began to curse and shout, like we say in Trinidad I showed my backside. I then turned my frustration to my boyfriend and told him to leave. I'm not sure why I behaved that way but I lashed out on everyone in sight. Finally an old co-worker of mine that was working in the ER came out and assisted me. The ER was packed that night so I wasn't allowed to bring my mom to the back with me. There were no exam rooms available so I had to lay on a bed in the hallway. The Physician Assistant approached me and explained to me that she's going to start me on some medications. She sent the nurse over to me to start an IV. The nurse came back and gave me Benadryl through the IV. I heard a voice say call your mom. I then asked the nurse if my mom could come in for a little. She paged her on the intercom and my mom came walking in with a big smile on her face. We began to talk about my poor behavior and vulgar mouth when the nurse came back over to me. She began to put a syringe in my IV line. As soon as I was asking her what the medication was she injected it. Within seconds I felt the medication burning through my veins. I felt the medication moving upwards towards my throat. My throat began to tighten and my mom kept asking what was wrong with me. The last words out of my mouth to her was my throat is closing.
Everything went dark, I could hear everything that was going on around me. I couldn't see anything nor could I move. I could hear my mom praying and speaking in tongues. I heard a doctor scream out to the nurse "What did you give her?" I repeatedly asked myself am I dead. In the midst of the darkness I saw a figure. It looked like a demonic creature. I could hear my mom praying even louder at this point. All I could think about was my kids and the fact that I hadn't fully lived my life yet. I felt my soul slowly leaving my body. I saw a bright light and I felt compelled to gravitate towards it. I heard this voice, a stern yet gentle voice. The voice kept saying "My child, I am not ready for you yet." I kept moving towards the voice and this beautiful gate white with gold trimmings appeared. On the other side of the gate I saw my dad. My dad had passed away several years ago. Although he lived a life of crime he gave his life to God on his death bed. My dad said to me " If I can make it here, anyone can make it here." I started seeing a flock of people running up to the gate. Some of these people were familiar faces and others were complete strangers. They were all coming with messages they wanted me to deliver to their loved ones. I heard the voice of God say go back and let people know that I am real. I felt my soul float back into my body.
A few hours passed before I opened my eyes. My mom and my boyfriend were by my side. I looked at the monitor and my blood pressure reading was 65/42. My mom asked me if I remembered everything that happened. I vaguely remembered me screaming Hallelujah. I remembered saying over and over God is real. I could see things that I had never saw before. I saw my life transforming, I saw myself walking down the isle with my boyfriend. I saw him holding a little boy and I thought of the name Jahsiah. I saw the outpouring of blessings that God was to bestow upon me. My mom said I began to prophesy to people that were around me. She said my eyes were closed but I singled out certain individuals and told them messages from God. At that time I began to pull my tongue ring out of my mouth. I made a vow to live my life in alignment with him and for him.
My life drastically changed that day. I wasn't the old me anymore. I couldn't help but ask myself on many days why me? Why am I so lucky to get a second chance at life? I felt like God was with me every step of the way. I could feel him and someone who has never had a spiritual encounter with him wouldn't understand what I am talking about. God is real!