Prayers Needed tonight: My Dad is in the hospital

My Blogging has been today and will be limited for the next few days. I had to take my Dad to the hospital this afternoon. He was complaining with his side hurting, badly.

Well, more truthfully, he drove himself. I fussed at him about that all the way to the truck, because he steadfastly refused to allow me to drive him to the hospital!  I may as well have been talking to a tree. When that man makes up his mind, Jesus Christ himself wouldn’t be able to change his mind.  Needless to say, I was grinning rather broadly when a nurse, who was about my Dad’s age, gave my Dad a royal butt chewing for not letting me drive.  That will teach him not to listen to me. Harrumph!

Anyhow, he was in pain, more so when he laid down on that gurney. Finally, they did put in a IV and pumped him full of morphine. That seemed to work, as shortly afterward, he went to sleep. Which brings me to another story, how that man managed to sleep in that noisy E.R., is well beyond my ability to comprehend. Between the chorus of “beeps”, “Boops” and the annoying old man, who kept yelling, “HELP! GET ME A PAIN PILL!” about every five seconds and incessantly banging on the side of his bed to get some attention. It’s a wonder my dad didn’t run out of there screaming. I was about there, but I held it in. I was ready to give the old man a pain pill up side his head, but he was old and had a tracheotomy. So, I kept it to myself. Lucky bastard.

Anyhow, they took about 50 million pints of blood. (Okay, that was liberal estimation, SUE ME!) and mashed around on him, and said, “Did that hurt?” They knew it when they found the spot, needless to say! Anyhow, they gave him the morphine, and decided to keep him. They had to look at the X-rays that they took and it seems his blood enzymes were off slightly and they wanted to keep him for observation.

So…. at this point, I know nothing. I should know more tomorrow.

Stay Tuned.