Today

Dad claims he didn't know what he was doing when he pulled the feeding tube from his nose, but I don't buy it. He'd asked about it before, and since no one was doing anything, he took care of it at an opportune moment. So far, the man, who has a heart condition, has been fed eggs and bacon for breakfast (after having a breathing tube for two days and which caused him a set back when he aspirated some of it) and for dinner, steak and baked potato. I'm sure he's happy, but I find their nutritional objectives odd.

He is moved to a floor with "telemetry" for his heart, and I hear back to his old lovable and somewhat cranky self, which means he's healing. Now, to get him on his feet. Tomorrow, I'll be on duty at the hospital. Dh and the girls will hold down the fort.

I spent today with my family. Lauren had two doctors appointments, one to follow up on her dental surgery to remove wisdom teeth, and one to see about the allergic reaction she had to the prescribed antibiotic. Her entire trunk is an itchy, blotchy rash. This is the third medication we've found that caused her to have such a rash. She is not very comfortable, and all there is to do is Benedryl, oatmeal baths and time. Poor baby.

But again, I am supported by friends and humor. Perhaps such difficult times are God's way of reminding us of what is important in life, and how very rich our lives are and can be even in the face of hard times.