Prayer request...

Pilot Dad is being admitted to the hospital tomorrow (Wednesday) at 9:00 am for a feeding tube to be inserted. It is required for him to stay overnight to make sure there are not any complications. He will undergo anesthesia so prayer is requested for no complications to arise with that. And for a safe and normal procedure to take place. Thank you for your faithfulness in praying.

We are reminding ourselves when we can't, He can!!!

A slow day...

Today has been a day for sitting on the front porch, holding hands and watching the world go by. The flag was gently blowing in the breeze and the birds were making melodies. A good day to sit back and take it easy.

Pilot Dad has had a rough two days. He did not go into work the last two nights. Tonight he will not go either. The good thing is they started him on liquid Lortab and a wonderful "Magic Mixer." It's a "cocktail" of three main narcotics and some other stuff which he can use every 4 hours, either by swishing, gargling or swallowing. It is supposed to work wonders according to other patients. Hopefully, this will provide a better night of sleeping.

The painting is beginning to move into the kitchen/family room area. We come and go and each time he has accomplished more and more. I LOVE the color! Now I am just eager to get finished with everything. Patience, patience, patience!

This looking down the hallway, toward the bedrooms, from the kitchen/family room area. The lighting isn't the best but hopefully you can see the greenish tint of the walls.

Conversations...

I am so naive...dense...obtuse...

Me: Have you talked to anyone about getting an advance on your sick leave?

PD: Yes. You have to be able to pay it back.

Me: Yes.

PD: Well, the doctor isn't willing to write that guarantee at this time.

Me: *Confused* What do you mean?

PD: Not if I DIE.

Me: *Aghast* Eyes growing huge* Oh my goodness! I thought you meant you had to be able to pay it back financially.

PD: Well, yes. Financially, meaning that I am alive to work. And the doctors don't know at this point what my outcome will be.

Me: *shoulders sagging* Oh.