Simmer down... I didn't say I hated Obama... I respect the position of president... but I really do hate Obama-Care. Last Saturday Mama got a call that Daddy's INR levels were 8.9 and they are supposed to be between 2-3. Daddy and I headed to the hospital and he was admitted for some tests and to try to get the levels down.... He has been hurting in his shoulders and hips for several months and the pain is getting worse... He looks absolutely terrible and feels worse than that. I thought we would have some answers when he left the hospital, but they exhausted their efforts and we decided to try a bigger hospital. They told us they couldn't keep us because he didn't have a diagnosis.... If I've heard that ten times this week... I've heard it 100! The ER doctor there told me that I could put him in a nursing home if I couldn't take care of him at home... Really? And then... he sent us home... even after I told him that Mama nor I could put him in the shower, walk him around, and/or lift him.... And... yesterday, it happened... he fell in the shower. Thank goodness Mama was on the phone with Guille and he came to help. We had to call the ambulance to take him to the ER because he was in so much pain... Round 2 at the ER... and yep... we were sent home again.... each doctor and nurse look at Daddy in awe that something has not been diagnosed, but they can't do anything about it... they aren't allowed to keep us... I guess you have to be hooked up to a ventilator to stay... and maybe then they would just give you a portable one and send you home....the doctor that we think we need to see the most is scheduled for the end of January... another month in a half... to say I am frustrated... is an understatement.... I don't like seeing Daddy in pain... I don't like answering questions that Ben has about if "Butch is going to make it"... and I sure don't like seeing Daddy go down every day. I've been really strong, except twice.... I have laughed a lot to keep from screaming... and I have prayed more in the last two weeks than I ever have before... My devotions are all centered around anxiety, fear, and worry.... it's all about timing. I know all the things I'm supposed to say about it's in God's hands and He will do what's best, I know I'm supposed to take it on the other cheek when we get somewhere to find an answer and smile about it, and I know I should cast my anxiety away.... but good grief it is hard... there is nothing to say or do to make anything better... I feel like Malynn in Steel Magnolias... I just want to hit someone.... anyone want to be Weezer? I want to tell all the people who are crossed up with their families to make sure that when that person is gone you are going to be okay with it.... I can't imagine not having my family right now... We have pulled together and are trying our best to make him comfortable... other than Guille and Mark picking on him about finally being able to beat him at golf... we are being really nice! I love my daddy... I'm a daddy's girl... and I know that no matter what happens... I won't go down without a fight... I have just enough South Carolina redneck and Georgia charm to get what I want.... and if I don't... I'll keep trying... He would do it for me.... and I'll do it for him! He's my daddy.... He works everyday at job.... he hasn't retired yet... and he isn't using Medicare.... and yep, that's a penalty.... I guess if he decided to sit at home everyday on the couch and eat Doritos and drink Coke he could get some help.... we have gotten some laughs though.... the nurses and doctors ask him if he drinks alcohol or smokes.... he tells them he quit several years ago...and I quickly respond with "and that's when he started going down hill".... they laugh and so do we! I don't talk about Daddy because I cry, but I have appreciated the sweet text messages that have been sent.... I'm not sure what I would do without them!
And now to Mark.... well.... he carries a concealed weapon.... which he has a permit for.... but Wednesday he forgot to take it out of his suitcase when he got to the airport... he had been in Atlanta and quickly changed his suitcase out and made it to security checkpoint...with gun.... his story is a lot funnier now....it was scary at first... he didn't get arrested, but I bet he will double-check from now on....KB and Ben have giggled and giggled about their daddy being on the news and in the paper....
The article that made him famous.... without his name of course... he didn't do anything illegal....
http://www.wjbf.com/story/27606124/tsa-finds-loaded-handgun-at-augusta-regional-airport
And.... I missed my trip to San Francisco.... with Daddy being sick... and the children being busy.... and just this time of year... I decided to cancel my trip Monday.... I blame it on all the above... but I also saw the weather.... and of course that was in the news too.... schools shut down in San Fran and two inches of rain every hour.... I'm glad I stayed back... I would have been miserable....
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:6. I'm hoping my path straightens real soon.....
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