THE FINAL RELEASE
"You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate.
The highway to hell is broad and its gate is wide for the many.... who chose the easy way.
But the gateway to life is small, and the road is narrow, and only a few ever find it."
Matthew 7:13,14 (NLT)
The ambulance turned off the road in to the hospital...... Finally I had made it!
The driver lifted me into a wheelchair and ran me through to the emergency area.
Someone took my blood pressure.
As I was sitting there watching the nurse..... she looked at the gauge and then she hit it!
I thought,“What kind of hospital is this?”
It was an old World War Two army hospital. The British had deserted it, and given it to the Creole people.
It still looked like it was built in 1945. It was filthy and decrepit..... and yet there I was.
The nurse hit the gauge again.
I began thinking,“There's nothing wrong with the machine, it's my heart - it’s not pumping.”
She ripped off the gauge and rummaged through the cupboard, trying to find another one that looked newer.
She pulled one out, slapped it on, opened it up and started pumping.
I could see that whatever it was doing it was not registering very much.
She looked at me, and then looked at the machine......My eyes were open, but I knew she was wondering why they were open.
With this kind of blood pressure your eyes shouldn't be open.
I was desperately hanging on......I was hanging on for all I was worth......
I was fighting with all my strength to stay alive.
So the ambulance driver, realising the situation was desperate, ripped the gauge off my arm and ran me through to the doctors.
Two Indian doctors were sitting there, both of them half-asleep, heads down.
"What's your name.... where do you live?" One asked in French,
"How old are you?” He was a young doctor and he didn’t even look at me.
I looked over to the older doctor......
He had a bit of gray hair and I thought, “He's been around for a few years, he might know how to help me.” So I waited.
The young doctor stopped talking and looked up. I didn't even bother looking at him but waited for the old man to lift his head up. He looked up......
I wasn’t sure if I had enough strength left to speak......I locked into his eyes and I gave him the heaviest look I could muster.
I whispered.... "I am about to die, I need anti-toxins right now".
He didn't move......I didn't take my eyes off him,...... he was just staring straight back into them.
The nurse came in with a piece of paper.
The older doctor looked at it.....looked at me......and jumped.
I could see him screw the bit of paper up in disgust, as if to say to the younger doctor, "You foolish idiot, why didn't you look at this young man?"
He jumped up.....pushed the ambulance driver out of the way.....grabbed the wheelchair himself..... and started racing me down the corridor.
I could hear a kind of muffled noise. I could hear him screaming out something but it was muffled to me.
The doctor ran into a room with bottles and medical equipment in it.
Next minute I was surrounded by nurses, doctors and orderlies.
At long last, something was happening.
A nurse turned my arm over and put in a drip feed.
The doctor was up near my face saying, "I don’t know if you can hear me son but we’re going to try and save your life.
Keep your eyes open…come on son, fight the poison. Try and keep awake, we're putting dextrose in for dehydration.”
A nurse jabbed a needle in one side and another nurse was on the other side, jabbing. I couldn’t feel them but I could see them doing it.
The doctor was saying, "Anti-toxins to counteract the poison." in his Oxford English. Another nurse knelt by my feet, slapping my hand as hard as she could. I was thinking, "What is she doing?" But I didn't care, just shove the needles in!
to be cont'd...