Watching the traffic circle

Well, my friends, things are what they are. Every day, we go to the hospital. Every day, we watch my father get a little bit better. Every day, I dread when he must come home from the hospital. That is when game plans and action must be taken to keep the man alive. Ugh.

We're at a little coffee/sandwich shop on the downtown traffic circle in New Braunfels. Phil is feeding Amos, Mom is staring out the window and marveling at New Braunfels traffic at it goes round and round the circle. And me? Well, I'm holding in there.

Life is good while Phil is here. I take him to the airport EARLY in the morning, and then I'm back to juggling baby, two parents, and lots of other burdens. I think I can handle it better this time around now that Dad is getting his parts fixed up. He is still diagnosed with congestive heart failure. We do not know the cause as of yet, as a CAT scan last night showed nothing unusual. He will probably need to have a probe thingy inserted up the groin and toward the heart to see what else can be found. I asked one of the nurses if she were to put Dad on a scale of 1 to 10 of severity of congestive heart failure, where he would be. She puts him at a solid 7. So, as I suspected, the man is very, very sick.

Mom is having seizures every day. I caught her this morning just before she was going to fall over. The neurologist has upped the dosage of her meds, and we are slowly increasing them over a period of weeks. I will be so happy when the day arrives that she no longer has the seizures, or "spells" as my folks like to call them.

Amos is well. I am well. Phil is my great big giant rock o' love (not to be confused with Bret Michaels). I will miss him somethin' terrible when he leaves tomorrow.

I read a few blogs today. I see my friends continuing their lives, talking about the same ol' stuff, and getting on with their daily things. My life is changing on a moment to moment basis, and it's hard to get a grasp or even a breath sometimes, but I'm doing what I can. We talk about moving, selling, or bringing the folks to live with us. It's all so much up in the air. So much to do. So much to talk about.

Change, even when it's a good thing, is always an adjustment.

Alrighty. Time to turn the 'puter over to Phil so that he can check his various doings. I hope all of you are well, and I thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, and comments. Having friends around right now is making it all that much brighter for me.

Signing off. See ya around the back side of the circle.