2 Day Hospital Stay....

What do I even say? Well, Satan has not given up on this war he's waged for my life. I didn't get much sleep Sunday night. I dealt with horrible nightmares and huge spiritual warefare. Monday I wasn't feeling well but got up and got ready for school anyways. The whole drive to Peoria I felt like I didn't have control over my body. It was a very weird feeling. When I got there I put my stuff down by my desk. My cooperating teacher kept talking to me but I couldn't really understand anything she was saying. I decided to go to the bathroom and hopefully get myself together. Once in the bathroom though, I ended up collapsing and passing out. I fell and went into a seizure that lasted over 5 minutes. 911 was called and the paramedics arrived just as the first seizure was ending. By the time I arrived at the ER, I had had 4 more. They did a CT scan immediately at the hospital to check for head trauma and it was fine. Eventually they did an MRI which also came back fine. After like 9 hours in the ER I was finally admitted. I had a horrible migraine, so they finally got the orders at 4:00am to give me something for that. They gave me meds then and then again around 7:30am. I had no relief either time. So they started some IV meds. They did a brain wave test this morning which was also normal. This afternoon a representative from the hospital came in. She said she had to apologize because a big mistake was made by multiple people that did not take the double checking precautions they should have - I was given the wrong medication at 4:00am and 7:30am which is why I had no relief to my pain for so many hours. Then the doctor came in. She released me but said I cannot drive for at least 6 months. This sounds so silly to be upset about, but it has turned my world upside down. I drive an hour everyday to student teach. I have a tuition waver and have to graduate in May. My dad said he could take me in the morning but I have no way to get home. I no longer have a way to go to church or Bible studies either. These are the things that have kept me going and given me something to look forward to during the week. I feel like my independence has been taken away from me. My pride is being torn apart. It kills me to have to ask for a ride places. I'm trying to have a good attitude. I know God is still good, but I'm so broken and beaten down right now. We keep singing, "the enemey has been defeated," and I know that's true. I know God already has victory over the devil through Jesus Christ, but I feel so defeated. My hope is fading fast, and I'm not sure how to keep shinin' for Christ with all that's going wrong.
~Jenna