We had a great time at the beach. Lots of relaxing, reading, thinking, praying, watching the waves.
Also, PEOPLE WATCHING GAME WAS STRONG.
But all good things must come to an end, or that's what they tell me...and we had to pack up and go home at some point.
We hadn't been on the road very long, when Jim's youngest brother called to let us know that their Dad had been admitted to the hospital.
Jim's Dad has been having some health issues for a couple of months...the doctors can't really figure out what is going on. They are trying to treat his symptoms...just to see if they can help him feel better.
Jim's Dad is strong. He is a hard worker. He is constantly outside tromping around in the yard...or out in his boat fishing. He's not much for lying around...so it was obvious he wasn't feeling good when he didn't feel like getting up off the couch. He couldn't breathe, even tho he didn't seem congested...and he acted like he was choking, even tho he wasn't eating.
He went to the ER, and was admitted for tests and observation. He did not have a heart attack, but they said something about his enzymes being out-of-whack. Also, he had gained 17 pounds of fluid in a matter of days. WHY? That's what I wanted to know...and no one could really tell me. They started him on Lasix, and he lost 9 pounds in the first 12 hours.
And, he had to inform us that he'd gone to the bathroom 23 times during that time as well. TMI.
What is it about being in a hospital that makes people want to tell everyone all about their bodily functions?
He was discharged, and has been back to the doctor twice since then. Still not sure what all is going on, but we are so thankful for him.
"You are a hiding place for me; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah" Psalm 32:7