Tuesday, May 31, 2011

making memories on memorial day



yesterday was many things.
it was hot.
it was busy.
it was family oriented...
it was brought to a conclusion in the ER...

the event I will now retell with commentary and badly lit and blurry photos from my phone...

The Captain hurt his back early in the morning and after spending much of the day on the floor snuggling with a heating pad and praying the medicine would kick-in... we decided he needed more help then I could give.

(I will spare the details...just picture the Captain not being able to move, get off the floor or really do anything for himself... and grimacing, in what one might call agony, every time he tried.)

So with the help of my dad and grandpa we loaded him in the car and I took him to the ER.

Where we waited...

and waited...


and waited...

and played angry birds....


and waited...

played some more angry birds... (this is the point where I had the realization that when watching the Captain play angry birds I am a back seat bird launcher...)

and waited...


finally saw the doc. He poked and prodded on the Captain's back, checked his reflexes, made him move and walk about a bit (more agonizing grimaces) and decided what he needed was  rest, ice, heat and stronger pain meds.
So after a shot of morphine, a brief period of time after the morphine started to kick in and the Captain got the giggles, and a couple of prescriptions and instructions... we were shown the exit.


The Captain has been in bed since and is still in some drug-induced discomfort... So prayers would be appreciated.

We were chatting on the way home last night about how we saw some people leave the ER in tears. We both wondered what had happened and it brought back memories of when Caden died. Just being in the ER made me squirm a bit. I do not know what brought those people to tears...but my heart went out to them... As they walked out alone, I just sent a prayer of thanks to God for all the family and friends we had at the hospital that evening... how we left without our daughter...but we were not alone. not only did we have Christ... we had a huge group of people there to pray and hug and cry with us... just minutes after saying goodbye to our precious baby girl... I am forever grateful to those who dropped everything to come and be with us and our family... it is a memory seared into by brain and a wonderful example of the love Christ shows us through our Christian Family...

Needless to say, this Memorial Day was definitely a day we will remember... hopefully next year we can skip the ER....


2 comments:

Julie : ) said...

i love the picture of andy with the giggles.....

kristi said...

Hope you are feeling better. Leave it to you guys to make the most out of waiting.:)
Love you guys