Cailyn made it to church with us
yesterday. And Ciara was there. So was Joy.
That’s our farm team for future development of our youth group at
Seaside. I have always said, the way to
grow a really good youth group is to find a beautiful girl who is sold out to
Jesus. The other girls will come because
they want to be like her. The guys will
come because … well, because they want to be near her. Males perfect sense to me. And with those three gorgeous little girls
around, you better watch out for our youth group in the future. OK. I
know I’m making not-so unconscious comparisons with the Astros. But our future looks a lot brighter than
theirs.
I had another hospital excursion last
night. My Uncle Jerry called again in
the afternoon asking if I could bring him some Benadryl so he could get some
sleep. He has never fully recovered from
his problem a few weeks ago when he went in to get checked out for blood
clots. I took him the medicine, but he
called back a few hours later to ask if I could just take him on into the
hospital emergency room. He had called
and upon hearing what he had been admitted for last time, they directed him to
come on in right away.
They did all the requisite testing and
vital sign-taking, and he seemed to me to be looking worse and worse. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not a
doctor. I did run for the nurse when he
started vomiting, though. It would not
have been a good thing for them to have both of us sharing time over the sink
in that little ER triage room. They got
him some medicine for the nausea and he finally began to look some better. He still couldn’t get comfortable,
though. When we had been there long
enough for a second doctor to come in and repeat every exam the other one had
done, they let on that they were basically killing time until a bed opened up
in the hospital that they could transfer him to. The cat scan test they needed to do to check
for a blood clot in his lungs couldn’t be done because his kidney enzymes were
out of whack (or something along those lines).
The alternate test for that is only performed on Mondays, so he was in a
holding pattern until then.
As we waited, at one point they came and
carefully closed the door. Our curiosity
was piqued, but it didn’t take long to find out why. Someone we brought in who was less than happy
to be there. He was very defiant and …
loud. He screamed and hollered
obscenities for at least thirty minutes before finally quieting down. We decided they must have convinced him to
let them give him a shot of something that knocked him out. I confess that I did peek through the
curtains at one point, but all I saw were some paramedics and one sheriff
deputy. Of course that could have been
fodder for some great speculation and maybe even an idea for a TV pilot or
two. But I was getting pretty tired by
then, and Jerry was in and out of a very restless sleep.
They finally transferred him to a room in a
different area of the ER. It had a much
more comfortable bed and a TV. They
indicated that he could be in there for most of the rest of the night, so he
insisted that I head on home and get some sleep. I’ll check on him later today. Gotta love these busy Sundays.
Psalms 34:15-16 says, “The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to
their cry; the face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the
memory of them from the earth.”
Father, once again will you care for Uncle
Jerry? His kids are worried and a long
way away. Thanks. Amen.
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