Today has been a little bit of a difficult day for dad. He became sick to his stomach this morning and threw up. This scared him and also embarrassed him. He was afraid that he had another stroke or a seizure - I think because he got sick like this at work the day of his stroke. But it was nothing like that - he was looking pretty good by 1pm when Mom and I arrived. He said they are making him eat too much and he just got too full. So maybe that's it. He had a lot of vistors yesterday and everyone brought him something sweet - he couldn't resist tasting it all! Plus, mom said he ate all of his dinner last night - so maybe it was just too much. So, since it took them a while to get him all cleaned up again - he missed morning therapy. He wanted to skip afternoon therapy but mom and I convinced him to do the therapy in his room. He is resting now. He really wants to come home. That's all he talked to me about today was - he wanted to meet with the administrator of this place and get his transfer to home processed. I explained to him how important the therapy was to help him get stronger so that we can take care of him at home without being in danger of him falling and hurting himself even more. The therapists thought he did well with therapy in the room today compared to last week - so that is good.
Psalm 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Dad told me today he is praying everyday that God will help him get out of that bed - and that is our prayer as well.
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