I guess he's always been my Superman.  My dad, that is.  But now, reality has hit.  He's been ill before, but never like this.  In the past I've shrugged it off.  He's strong, he can get past anything.  My Superman.  Indestructible.  He's had two separate bypass surgeries.  He's had other hospitalizations.  I've never see him like this.  So incredibly helpless.

I feel like we are living in an episode of House minus the sarcastic Dr.  It started last Tuesday with him waking up at 4:30am with excruciating pain in his hand and his hand was swollen.  Fast forward just briefly and it turns out to be gout.  Fast forward to the end of the week and he's having lower back pain.  Sunday, he calls the hospital and they tell him he should come in.  By Sunday night he's in ICU because of blood in his stool.  By Wednesday his entire body is wracked with so much pain he can barely move.  The doctors hesitate to do the bone scan because he needs to be still for 10 minutes and cannot do so because of the pain.  They do a colonscopy which only reveals old blood, no bleeding.  They finally do the bone scan which reveals everything to be okay.  So why the pain?  Today, it was determined he has a blood and urine infection.  He's blocked up from no bowel movement.  His body has too much fluid so they put an NG tube in to get rid of some of it.  He has pneumonia.  They are still stumped about the lower GI bleeding.  He's jaundice.  It all started with gout.

My dad has been through so much.  He is my Superman.  I pray for healing.  I love him.

I want to do something crafty.  I have material to make valances for the living room.  I want to scrapbook or make cards.  There are so many other things that get in the way.  I'm mentally tired.  My house needs to be cleaned.  We are hosting Bible study tomorrow night.  I have laundry to put away from Tuesday.  The girl's beds still need to be made up from washing everything last week.  Blah....I just want to curl up and watch TV....

When it rains it pours, especially in my house.  And I'm not talking about the literal rainwater that was in the basement from Sunday's rain.

About 3:00 this morning, Sarah's standing by the side of  my bed, she wants to sleep with me.  Okay, sure.  I had to go pee anyway, so I grabbed her pillow and she was positioned in between hubby and I.  I'm just barely falling back to sleep and I hear a cough followed by, um, yeah, that was indeed puking.  New rule, no more kids sleeping in my bed.  If they want to come in our room, sleeping bags it is.  Get Sarah out of bed, she then pukes on the rug.  Get her to the bathroom, get her cleaned up the best we can at 3:00 in the AM and roll out her sleeping bag.  By the time I'm back in bed, I'm laying there, my mind racing regarding the day's plans.  She gets up two more times to be sick, but praise God she makes it to the toilet.  It's now roughly past 5AM and I haven't gotten much sleep.  When it's time for hubby to get up I ask him to E to school so that we don't have to wake up S.  S was woken anyway by strong-willed E carrying on about  not wanting to get out of bed.  Ugh.  So, it's early and we're all up. 

My story continues....after E and hubby leave, S and I are sitting in the living room reading.  5-10 minutes later I hear a horn honk followed by a crash.  Yes, someone hit Rich's car.  He had forgotten to take Emma's backpack (that's a whole different story I could go on about...).  As he was pulling in the drive way..and this part I don't get...he needed to turn left into the driveway, had his left signal on and some woman thought he was turning right and was going to go around him but the roads are icy and she couldn't stop.  Okay, this is a road that's 25mph, it's really not necessary to pass someone who's pulling into the driveway, and there's not much room on the streets anyway with all of the snow.  I digress.

This is now the 4th person to have hit our Saturn.  Don't hate on my Saturn, it's a good car!

We head out tomorrow evening for a long weekend in the Dells, I'm praying for travel mercies and a good trip and healthy-ness.  No puking in the Dells.