Guess Who I Ran Into?
Family Reunion
Well, here are two of my cousins ... the goofy one with her tongue hanging out is Lynn. That's her hubby sitting with his back to the camera and her grandson Jeremy sitting quietly. The cutie in the white T-shirt with his hands on his hips is David. He's my age ... OK, I'm 4 months older ... and we were thick as thieves when we were little. Our parents LOVE to tell stories on us ... how we fought over the Baby Magic lotion bottle. How David would touch my sleeve and I'd scream bloody murder ... and he kept doing it and I kept screaming ... just for sound affects and attention, I guess.
Had a good turnout today (about 40) with enough food to feed an army. Randy brought a pontoon boat. He lives on the other side of Old Hickory Lake, so he just drove the boat over. Kids had a blast with lots of water guns. Everyone got hosed with one at least once. Jay and I splashed around in the lake for a while. It was gross (I prefer a pool), but he loved it. I do believe a good time was had by all.
Update on Daddy: I never got to talk to a doctor today, although we did go out there after the reunion and took them supper. According to Sandra his oxygen level is better, he's receiving a smaller dosage of steroids so that they can give him oral steroids when he goes home, and he's still getting breathing treatments. His blood sugar was through the roof this morning (nearly 400), so he's still on insulin. An A1C test will reveal whether he's been diabetic prior to the steroids or if this high reading can be attributed to the steroids.
Back to the reunion. When Randy and Keith (brothers) came across the lake with the boat, Eddie and I walked down to meet them. I hugged both of them. Keith (he ain't right) said, "You might not want to hug me. I'm all sweaty." To which I responded, "Ohhhh, I LIKE sweaty!" Randy piped up, "We'll talk later, baby! Oh, wait. Never mind. We're kin." Keith looked at us like we were crazy and said, "You two! We don't live in Alabama you know!" I told him the old Lewis Grizzard pearl of wisdom: Relative humidity is when you work up a sweat kissing your cousin!" We all had a good laugh.
I'm probably in the dog house with the other side of the family. We were supposed to go to a wedding in Franklin tonight. My cousin's daughter is getting married. Big fancy smancy thing with a huge reception at some swanky place. I'm just flat out too tired. Besides, there were going to be some celebrity type folks there (as in Hannah Mtana and her dad Billy Ray C.), and I didn't want to deal with that commotion. And I had to go out to the hospital to check on Daddy and take them food. Can't be everywhere.
Daddy's in the Hospital
While I was maxing and relaxing at the pool this afternoon, I got no fewer than 7 phone calls to tell me Daddy had been admitted to the hospital for pneumonia. I flew home, took a quick shower, and ran out the door ... wet hair and no makeup. But an open sunroof and windows dried my hair and I have to say, it didn't look half bad. Anyway, after x-rays and bloodwork and God knows what else, Daddy does NOT have pneumonia. Instead, he has asthmatic bronchitis. He also has what the doctor referred to as "dirty lungs," brought about by 60 years of smoking. Also COPD, which is a chronic lung disease. For more info on that, see http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/Copd/Copd_WhatIs.html
Currently his lungs are hyperinflated, which means he can take in plenty of air but he can't get rid of it. The airways are narrowed. The steroids should help open the airways and ease his breathing. He's also getting breathing treatments and a strong antibiotic through his IV.
His blood sugar was elevated, which could be attributed to the steroids (or not), so they're giving him insulin too. He is not to get out of bed for any reason, not even to go to the bathroom.
Daddy said something about having an echo-cardiogram while he was down in x-ray. I THINK he said something about an enlarged heart, but I'm not sure. I did not hear that from the doctor. I was hoping to talk to the cardiologist, but he never came by.
Just keep him in your prayers.
Still gotta finish up cooking for tomorrow's family reunion that he now will not get to attend. What a week!
Tomorrow
Shattered
Death of a 5-Year-Old
Four weeks ago today my good friend and coworker Carla buried her dad. This morning a terrible accident occurred at the home of her son David. A swingset fell over on Carla's grandson, affectionately nicknamed "Fidgie." He was rushed to the hospital, injured and unresponsive. Carla was at the hospital with David, his wife, and his older son, when Fidgie was pronounced dead.
Fidgie was "all boy"—his nickname tells that story—and was dearly loved by all members of his family. Carla commented that Fidgie was probably sitting in Pawpaw's lap right then.
Carla and her family would covet your prayer support in the midst of this tragedy.

