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"You may need me there to carry all your weight, but you're no burden I assure..."

It's Tuesday, and the week has already been an unbelieveable one!

Greg went back into the hospital on Sunday, when the visiting nurse that came to Greg and Shel's house, took his blood pressure and found it to be too high. So, off to the ER we went- straight to HUP this time, in the hopes that his neuro docs would be willing to re-evaluate him.

I can't go into too many details about our experience- mainly because there is only so often I can use the words "retards", "douchebags", and "useless". We were there from just before 5pm until after 3am, and it was a long night of questions, tests, chaos, and craziness. I do want to say however, that our ER nurse Megan was absolutely outstanding and our anchor. If it hadn't been for her, a horrible night would have been even worse. All I can say is that I do not think HUP is a very nice place. Greg is back as an inpatient now, and hopefully will be home is a few days. And, as usual, I can not help but marvel at the stregnth my sister Shel has shown. She may crack a bit, but she just slaps some spackle on it and keeps going. In the meantime though, please keep my family, who I love so much, in your prayers. They are constantly in mine.

The weather took a turn for the cooler this week- I think fall is finally on the way! My Uggs look out at me from my closet all summer, all sad and lonely! I think this is one of my favorite times of year. I love feeling the crispiness in the air and seeing the leaves start to get the first hints of color. Of course, this year the air has a melencholy feel to it, but it's still a reminder that the world keeps turning and always has so much to offer.

Things are sometimes so hard, and all anyone has are the people around them to get them through it. Sometimes, chaos and sadness can bring out the ugly in people. I know that sometimes, just being out of coffee can bring out the ugly in me, and make me take things out on the people I love when I don't mean to (mainly Pete!). It's so easy to point fingers and lay blame when things are not going the way you want them to. Hopefully, everyone can gain some perspective and be able to understand each other- probably a completely futile hope, but one I am hoping for just the same.


Shelly said…
i'm continuing to keep you and your family and especially greg and shelly and the girls in my prayers!
Ree said…
Your family--esp. Greg & Shelly--are in my thoughts and prayers!!

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