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Day 11

Today is dad's 11th day in the hospital! Yikes-O. He is just "chomping at the bit" (says my mother) to get out of here.

Yesterday was a ROUGH day. I said everybody's Thanksgiving prayers must have fizzled out for Black Friday. It was certainly black for my dad. He was pukey ALL day. The pain was pretty bad on top of that as well. Once night fell, so did everything he had eaten that day. (IF you catch my drift.) Many of the nurses, the PA, and the head medical doctor all came in. They were worried, we were worried, dad thought he was gonna die. For cryin' out loud!

Anyway. Today things are much calmer. Dad is resting better, and feeling better. No pukies to report. We even had visitors, which always lifts our spirits! He has gone for his walks, and is now sleeping.

Mom and I are ready for a snack.

Thanks for praying, and continuing to pray!

Comments

The Owl said…
Oh papa! Will keep praying! Love to you all!
29.11.08
Dan said…
Glenn, Jane and Abs we are continueing to pray.
30.11.08
Anonymous said…
We prayed for you today in Sunday School. We are so thankful that our God is the Great Physician. We trust that he will continue to give you all the strength you need and that he will ease Glenn's pain. Much love to you, The Roberts:)
30.11.08
Anonymous said…
You sure it is not the hospital food giving your dad the pukies?? Ha!
thanks for the e-mail. Auntie Sara
30.11.08
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