It's Me It's Me, A Blogwright

This morning I drove Karl to school through fog. Think the fog has permeated my mind as I can't really think at the moment. Feel way laid back, kind of tired. Went to some government offices today, they worked really efficiently so I was happy. Am soon going to work for the government, a minijob! This is exciting and will bring me a few bucks. Will probably send the money to my college children and/or pay some bills. My job has two days of training and then one or more days of field work. Can't say anything more about it because the afore-mentioned is all the boss said people hired could say. Isn't that neat? I feel so 007.

My poor dad is at home now; he came home yesterday afternoon and promptly fell asleep because the hospital put him in a room with a guy who had a major stroke and as a result wouldn't stop talking all day and night. Why that guy didn't loose his voice is beyond me! Why doesn't the hospital put deaf people in a room with a person who talks nonstop like that. That guy, when I was there, was saying: "I want to get out of bed. I want to go home. Why am I here? I don't want this stuff in my arms. Let's leave." His family answered all these questions over and over because he kept asking them and he kept pulling all the wires and tubes attached to him out. Why wasn't he sedated? He wasn't strapped down because his family was there and didn't want him strapped when they were present. He was loud. Poor guy, and his poor family. I didn't see him but his family looked a wreck. My dad in this room with that blabbity guy all night and all day and another night and day!

The hospital couldn't find anything wrong with my dad. This is a good and bad thing, really. Unfortunately, I called my mom and she said my dad is now vomitting and sick at home! Why!! Poor dad!

Please pray for healing for him and thanks for doing so in the past.