The Journey {Part One}

Greetings to all wonderful, 

so patient readers! 

I am sorry it's been forever since 

I have blogged, I had a youth conference
at my home church this past March Break week &

I was involved in it in many different ways,

so I didn't have a chance to really
intimately write something from my heart
& to be honest...

frankly I didn't really feel like writing.  

Somedays I can write 5 blog posts in one sitting

& others I can't even write half of one...But I am here! 

With swollen tonsils, plugged ears, & head-ache the size of New York to give you the Blog-post you've hopefully been waiting for :) 

To start off...Ever since my birth 

the Devil has had an attack 

plan in mind to take my Life. 

If you don't already know,

I wasn't really supposed to live.

(Born blue & dead.) 

Pretty scary stuff.

Over the years I have endured many throat infections. 

Again,Just Satan trying to take the Voice God has given me.

Then at the age of 13 my tonsils

swelled up to the size of miniature golf-balls. 

With that being said, 

you can imagine the amount 

of pain that I was in...

I could barely swallow, 

& when I did try to even take a sip of water,

I would gag it all up.

During that time I began to lose a lot of weight. 

Because if you can't swallow properly,

then you can't eat. 

I craved just to be able to chew something
& swallow it without the pain. 

My tonsils have stayed swollen 

ever since. Yes, you do the math... 

They swelled up at the age of 13. 

I am now 16. 

Yes, I still have these

wonderful-swelled-up-wet-fish-feeling-things

dangling in the back of my throat. 

I was really getting tired & kinda discouraged with of all these throat issues, I just wanted to have a day that

I didn't have to have a throat lozenge in my mouth. 

Time after time, I visited my 

Family Doctor & time after time,

 I got the same discouraging answers,

there's really nothing we can do to help it.

Drink water. Clean out your nose often.

Take your vitamins.

"You'll out-grow this." 

They said. 

After awhile of going to the Doctor's,

I started to know the drill. 

Get on the table, open your mouth as wide as possible,

take a swob, or I mean to say...

Gag yourself until she says "Good, all done." 

(If you are questioning what a swob is...

it's an extra, extra, extra long Q-tip they shove into the back of your throat to check if you have strep/mono.) 

 

 I got tested for strep/mono on a regular basis, it felt like. 

At that time my Doctor booked me in to see an ENT. 

(Ear/Nose/Throat Specialist) 

It took 6 months to get into to see this Doctor.

I was really hoping it was worth that wait. 

Then, the day came when I was to see this ENT!! 

(The miracle performer in my mind.)  

I was so very excited for this day!!

 

"Maybe, I will finally find the answers

I had been looking for..."

I thought. 

Waiting in the waiting room that day felt like an eternity.

My excitement then grew into a great amount 

of fear. 

The room full of anxious people waiting,
the white-dented walls & the old black grimy leather chairs, 

last years magazine issues in a fanned out sort of fashion on the chipped up coffee table & the many young coughing children didn't seem to help lessen my fear. 

 

Then the door into the waiting room swung open. 

"Kerrington!" the lady said, 

with a white file folder tucked under her arm... 

Check in tomorrow to read: 

The Journey {Part Two}

Until next time, 

~Kerrington