Well... we were hoping that the nausea thing would pass John by but today it decided to pay a visit. The medical staff do have a bunch of medications up their sleeves but like all medicines they always seem to come with drawbacks. These meds make John very sleepy. So far today he has slept five and a half hours of the seven hours that I have been here. He is very afraid of what tonight will be like. I hope that he can sleep and does not have to be awake...even with the meds he is still nauseated. So...it could be a long...nauseating...boring...sleepless night.
Today some kids got into the Family Room...how?...the door has a coded lock on it. They filled the coffee pots with a mixture of coffeemate and coffee grounds and water and tried to brew something and overflowed the whold mess and dumped coffee mate into the stir sticks and toaster and put kool aide all over the table and put some of their mixtures into the freezer so...the nurses hope they come back for their freezer goods and that they can catch them. All the coffee grounds ect. have to be dumped because they are probably contaminated.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
D PACE Day Three
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Punks. I wish I was there. I'd like to camp outside the door (well hidden of course) and wait for them. I have some unresolved rage issues that I need to take care of and I think a screaming session may help.
(See my blog for details.)
What causes kids to be such stupid little vandals. Somebody needs to put some coffee grounds up their noses and brew it.
I just don't understand kids that do that kind of stuff. They do need to be caught and given a good hiding.
Sorry to hear that John is feeling so sick.
We are still praying and trusting God that he gets through this round ok.
What a shame to hear that kids have been destructive to that extent. Nothing makes my blood boil more than to hear of people being destructive, especially in a hospital setting.
Praying that the nausea subsides soon.
It doesn't seem to matter what day I come on here to check the comments, but there is always someone praying for me. It sounds like a cliche, but these comments and mostly the prayers touch me to the deepest part of me. I am so blessed to have such a family.
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