Something's Weird in My Universe, I'm Definately Freaked Out-Akua Tuta

Hello My Friends,

Just recently, I was in a debate, expressing my beliefs in a creator, God, whatever you want to call it. I said there had been things in my life which was evidence towards another force at work in the universe unknown to science. The past week, I feel like something has been occuring, to me, it is quite peculiar & it does involve intuition.

Ten Years ago, on April 29, 1999, I was 21 years old, I was in college. My Papa had never asked me for a favor, ever, but he asked me to come up this day to help him. He and my Grand'mama had just gotten a new freezer which they put in the dining room, the old freezer stood outside & my dad had a broken (chopped off & reattached) leg. I came up to help & noticed my Grand'mama, who had, had open heart surgery, 8 months before, I noticed she was really weak, something nagged at me, inside my heart, I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. This feeling was so strong that when I went to leave for the night, I told my Grand'mama that I would be back up the next day cause I was worried about her. I went out to my car, got in, backed down the drive way, got out of my car, went back inside & Hugged & kissed my Papa & Grand'mama (pretty much my parents) & told them I loved them both, & I left.

That was the last time I saw my Grand'mama conscious, the next day on April 30, when I came up, they were gone although I had called. I had this horrible knawing feeling in my gut, like something was wrong, but I was 5 days into quitting smoking & thought I was just ancy due to that. My Papa showed up at the house, said my Gran'mama wasn't feeling good that they had taken her to the hospital at around 2pm, he had only come back to get a rig he was working on going, cause the person needed it for work the next day. Although there seemed to be nothing wrong, I felt just horrible dread. I sped to the hospital & at 1:30 a.m. on May 1, 1999 my Grand'mama died with me & my Papa by her side. I have missed her every day since she's gone.

Now here's the weird part.

On April 29,2009 I go to work to Terry-Ann's house, who takes care of her mother, my client, Vivian. I love Vivian, I've been with her for nearly two years & we have a wonderful bond. When I showed up at 2pm, Terry-Ann, Vivian's daughter told me that her mom wasn't feeling well, that she was most likely dehydrated & that she had been complaining about some pain but she couldn't quite tell Terry-Ann exactly where it hurt, sort of her adominal area. On Monday, Vivian was walking around, doing pretty well but today, she was not her usual self, sorta off in her own world, you would ask her a question & she'd just look at you, she showed the same signs before when she was dehydrated plus she was very weak, she couldn't hardly stand. So, I began nagging her to drink juice, gatorade, I started "pushing fluids" I was very persistant & after a while she sorta perked up, but still not her normal self. Well at around 8pm I was eating dinner, I looked over & saw Vivian sorta panting, sort of short of breath (S.O.B.) I scooted over to her & encouraged her to drink some more gatorade, I started fussing over her. Inside my gut, I felt as thought there was something seriously wrong, that same feeling of dread over came me. I went out to my car & got my Stethoscope & BP cuff. I was listening to her lungs & I kept hearing a little sound in the left side, I thought it was my imagination, but I put the stethoscope on Terry-Ann & asked her if she could hear it & she said she could. So she looked at me & asked what we should do. I told her, honestly, I'd call the Paramedics, somethings wrong, better safe than sorry.

Somthing else that was bothering me was that for all the fluid I had given her, she wasn't going to the restroom. So reluctantly, Terry-Ann called, she was afraid of "calling wolf". The Paramedics showed up, checked her out, & then commented her vitals looked good (although she was a little Hypertensive)& she wasn't running a fever, lungs sounded good, wasn't retaining water, wasn't extremely dehydrated, you could tell, they weren't too keen on the idea of taking her in. I looked at the guys & said, "Yah, but look at her Oxygen Sats, they're pretty low....." Everybody was himming & hawing. Terry-Ann, looked at her husband & asked what we should do & he said, "Take Her"

So about that time, the Paramedics load her up & while Terry-Ann, her hubby, & I are getting ready to go. I keep apologizing to Terry-Ann, cause I'm thinking that if this turns out to be a false alarm, then I would have made a big deal out of nothing. So we get to the hospital & I tell Terry-Ann that I am scared that I might be making a moutain out of a mole hill but my gut is telling me there is something wrong that shouldn't be ignored. I keep apologizing to her, thinking I'm just being paranoid. She keeps telling me it's okay, to stop worrying.

Well, she heads back to see Mom. I go over to a store & get some water for Terry-Ann & some Ice Tea for me, then I asked if I could take it back to her, the gal said sure. So I go back & I'm sitting with Vivian & Terry Ann. Vivian said some awesome things, things she'd never said to me before, saying that she'd never give me up for anything & that she's the luckiest woman to have two wonderful girls, Terry-Ann & I taking care of her. I got her to grin a few times but she was still pretty tired. The Dr came in & talked with us but didn't give us any answers.

Finally, after nearly 4 hours (she went in at around 9pm & it was 1am) I went out & asked some people if there was any news on her. A gal said, Yeah they're admitting her....I was like...okay...for what? She had to send me to another guy, who told me that she had pnuemonia.

Which makes alot of sense to me. She was dehydrated, when I pushed the fluids, it started building up in her lungs, which caused the symptoms she had. Yet we caught the infection extremely early (she wasn't running a fever) which is the best defense you have.

The next day, April 30, 2009 I am sitting in the same exact hospital that my Grand'mama died in, at the same time of day I sat next to her bedside, I sat next to Vivian's & held her hand & she was alert & happy. I also spent yesterday, May 1,2009 at the hospital & whatched Vivian be comforted by my presence & on the road back to health.

Vivian's doing great, she's going to make it, they were going to release her today but her daughter talked the doctor into keeping her over the weekend cause I have another job & Terry-Ann can't care for Mom when she's this weak, but she's doing good, eating like a little piggy. I almost burst out laughing when I saw her ditch her silverware & just go nuts with her fingers, plus she's sleeping alot, but everything looks great. I am so overjoyed, yet weirded out!

What are the odds?? What have I learned, listen to your heart, listen to your intuition. I dunno, it blows me away, but I have looked up & thanked my creator for the chance to actually make a difference.

Thanks for listening & Take Care, Sara

My life is always changing, with every passing minute.

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