Yesterday

I think yesterday evening was the scariest time since I've been in London. I've been battling the flu since Tuesday night, but yesterday I felt the worst. By the evening, my temperature got pretty high, and I had been inside my flat, alone, for 3 days. When my temperature spiked, and my head started pounding and fingers tingling, I began panicking and hyperventilating, because I was scared and didn't know what to do. I usually get the flu around Christmas time, but I've always been sick with a housemate or family member around. I texted a couple of people on my team asking for help and wondering what to do. And they were really great. My team leader came to my flat with a brown bag, some meds, and got me drinking more fluids (I was dehydrated). We debated going to the ER, but I told him I really didn't want to go if we could help it. And just having someone come in and check on me was comforting. He also prayed for me. When I was panicking, I had also texted one of my close friends back home to ask her to please pray, because I was scared and didn't know what to do. She emailed me and told me that she had prayed that God would send some people to care for me. Shortly after my team leader had left, one of the other apprentices here, who I hadn't contacted, texted me. She asked if it would be okay if she came and kept an eye on me for the night. It was really amazing to see my friend's prayer answered like that, and I was thankful for how God provided some people right here to care for me.