October 25 – “not some fru-fru …”

Let me start out by letting Christina update you on her condition:

“X-ray today showed ‘improvement’!!!  First time we’ve heard that about an X-ray or ct scan!  Tested negative for MRSA.  White blood cell count was lower.  Completed another round of antibiotics!  Now to get back some lung capacity!”

I would say she feels like she got some good news, wouldn’t you?  She was moved out of ICU for a little while, but the nurses on the floor decided they didn’t know how to adequately take care of the high-flow oxygen machine.   Seems Christina is right on the cusp of care.  She needs a little bit more than a regular floor can give, but a little bit less than she gets in ICU.  They ended up moving her back to a different part of the ICU where they can keep an eye on her while they wean her from the high flow and begin to build up that lung capacity.

 

Pretty good day at church yesterday.  I was up to bat on the teaching end.  Kel is up next week.  We had 58 present by my count.  The visitor family from across the road was there again.  I even saw our Seaside friend, Doc Hurt (Really his name and he really is a doctor, albeit retired), after the service.  He hasn’t been coming because his wife has respiratory issues and he his staying away from crowds.  It was good catching up with him.  God is really moving in his life.

 

I do have a before-the-service-preparation story.  It involves something I overheard.  Four-year-old Ezra approached his Dad with a Styrofoam cup in hand and announced, “I want some coffee.”  His Dad replied, “You don’t want coffee.  That stuff is nasty.”  But Ezra insisted, so Dad took him over to the coffeepot and put a tiny bit of coffee in his cup, warning him that it was pretty hot.  Ezra wasn’t finished, though.  He pointed to the creamer – the kind in those cute little prepackaged cups – “I want some of this.”  Dad was happy to oblige, and pour it in.  Then Dad added, “You know that it’s not coffee anymore, right?”  Ezra looked at him, then at his cup, with a quizzical stare.  Dad grinned and explained, “Now it’s a latte.”  Did Ezra drink it?  Nope.  I think he just wanted coffee with milk in it, not some fru-fru French drink.

 

Matthew 7:7 says, “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”

 

Father, thank you for the good news concerning Christina.  Please keep the progress coming.  Amen.