We went out to lunch the other day. My personal favorite on the Island, Shrimp
and Stuff. My standing order there is a
popcorn shrimp meal, because I also like the way they do french fries, and
Chris likes the hush puppies that come with it.
She just gets the popcorn shrimp a la carte. The shrimp were a little different this time,
though. Much smaller than usual. Some were tiny, in fact. Well, not as tiny as the little critters we
had to babysit the other day. Those
brine shrimp operating under the assumed name “sea monkeys” still take the
prize for the smallest bait I have been able to actually see with my naked
eye. I still haven’t figured out a way
to get one of them on a hook.
As we drove up to Shrimp and Stuff we saw
fire engine 5 parked across the street on a call at what looked to be a barber
shop of some kind. I found out later it
was a medical call. After we got parked
and made our order, I went out to check on them. I could see through the door that the crew
was still inside working diligently on the patient, so I didn’t bother them. The ambulance arrived very soon after, so
that patient was secured and sent on to the hospital to be checked out. Another in a string of medical calls duly
accomplished by the ever-vigilant Galveston Fire Department. Nice job guys.
And from there we headed out to the
hospital ourselves. We received a text
as we arrived at the restaurant that a good friend’s youngest boy, 15 month old
Owen, had been admitted with what they thought was a rather extreme reaction to
a mosquito bite right over his eye. The eye
had swollen shut, and as it turned out, he had developed an infection. The hospital admission resulted when the
infection didn’t get any better, and in fact seemed to be spreading rapidly to
his ears and even his lungs. They had
him on IV antibiotics, but the line blew, so he was taken orals. And then the lab work results came back. He had one of those staph infections that was
resistant to antibiotics. Boy do I ever
remember those days. That means he will
need IV antibiotics for days, maybe even weeks, until that thing is cleared up. And that meant for me, and it was looking
like it would mean for Owen, installing one of those PIC lines that goes right
up to the area near the heart. It does
mean less sticking, so that’s a plus.
But it also requires an extended level of cleanliness and care that most
under-two-year-old boys don’t do so well sitting still for. The prayer now is that one of those
world-class medical professionals will be able to get a new IV line in, and
that the new line will stay in place for the next few days so they can avoid
the PIC line. Or … if the PIC line is
the best way to go, that they will be able to get it inserted with little difficulty
and it will do its job. Or, of course,
there is that other option …
Exodus
15:26 says, “He said, If you
listen carefully to the voice of the Lord
your God and do what is right in his eyes, if you pay attention to his
commands and keep all his decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases
I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord,
who heals you.’”
Father, you are the God Who Heals, and you
can still do miracles today. We would
sure be happy to see one in Little Owen.
He’s in your hands. Touch him
where he needs it the most, when he needs it the most. Amen.
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