It is 10:27 pm and I am sitting at the hospital computer again. I drove back to Illinois yesterday. Couldn't wait until Saturday. Me, Jane, and nephew Tim spent the night in the waiting room last night. I actually got quite a bit of sleep - even though it was in a chair and in my clothes and you can't turn this one stinking bright light off.
Carrie and Isaac got here this afternoon. We hung around the hospital for awhile, then drove up to Buda to visit with my parents, have a nice home-cooked meal for a change, and sleep in a bed. After supper I had one of those rotten-ass migraine headaches. At about 8 pm Jane's brother called and said things were not good with Sarah again and we might want to get down to the hospital. We high-tailed it down here, came to the waiting room, and Jane's brother's small group is having a little party here in the waiting room. Hmm. It was really nice of them to come and visit and all, but... I dunno... I'm just not in the mood to laugh and carry on and visit, ya know. So... I decided it was a good time to blog.
I will miss being at church tomorrow with my "small group." I feel bad for Robin (not robin-the-foot-pic, but Robin-who-will-do-everything-for-me-tomorrow). Not only am I gone, but Scott is gone this Sunday, and I have a retired pastor coming to fill in for me, and our back-up piano player is going to be gone. So... it will be singing with no instruments, and whatever else happens. I'm sure it will be fine though. I have a small church, and we might not be real intellectual or the greatest of Christians, but... we're "real." I like that.
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- For some reason I keep being reminded of my wedding night. A friend of mine - Bill Zimmerman - sang a song for Jane and I at the reception: Southern Cross by CSN. I don't know why I keep thinking of that.
- The Chaplains at Methodist Hospital are FANTASTIC. There are two that are full-time (apparently). They seem to know just what to say, just when to say it, and just how to say it. A good example... yesterday, when Sarah was having a spell, Jane had to leave the room and was just standing there. The chaplain just came and said, "I don't have anything to say, but I'll just be right here." That was so cool. And he just stood there. Didn't butt in; didn't try to 'explain anything'; didn't say everything would be fine. He just stood there with her. Angelic.
I'm tired. My head is killing me. But thanks for being here, Lord. Thanks for being here.
Sarah's blood pressure has dropped, and they can't up the meds anymore. It's not looking real good. Looks like we will be sleeping in the waiting room again tonight. If you're reading... thanks for hanging around.
Peace, friends. The revolution has many faces.
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