Our neighbor George who was taken by
ambulance to the ER the other day after a fall ended up in ICU. He has some pretty severe issues with his
COPD and a lung infection to go along with the gash in his leg and some broken
ribs from the fall. They almost sent him
home, but his wife insisted that she was not taking him unless he could walk to
the bathroom and back. They got his
shoes on and gave it a try, and he lost his balance and lurched forward. Then he became unresponsive. He is now on a breathing machine and is not
doing so good.
Speaking of hospitals, we went to check on
Seasider Pat on Friday. She was in
really good spirits after hearing that she didn’t have to undergo the surgery
they mentioned to her. Apparently
another consultation determined that it really wouldn’t do her any good
anyway. She was just happy to NOT have
surgery. The plan now is to send her
home with a combination of home health and hospice managing her pain.
Kel and his family came over Friday
evening. They brought all the fixin’s
for hamburgers. Really big, one-third
pound hamburgers. Good stuff. Then we watched the Astros game. Well, some of us did. Kel fell asleep. Jachin and Micah stayed with the game. The rest of the crew were in one stage of
playing or another. I had to do the DadDad
multi-tasking thing. I watched the game,
of course. I also listened to Noa tell a
story. I read Ezra a book. I listened to Noa tell a whopper of a
tale. I watched Ezra push Josiah around
on a riding toy. I listened to Noa …
just talk. That girl can talk
constantly. I watched Noa and Ezra play
hospital. And we are back full circle to
where we began. I’d much rather be
playing hospital than actually being in one.
Ephesians 6:10 says, “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.”
Father, grant some of that God-power to Pat
and George so they can do some physical overcoming. Amen.
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