Yes people my father has made it to yet another 'hospital.'
Dad got to silver care this afternoon. He was in respiratory distress for a while because he had to be laying flat for the trip over here. I'm sure he probably got caught in some traffic; as most south jersey people did today. (There was a fatal crash on one highway that caused all kinds of traffic issues.)
I got to see him right after work...and I brought a present for him:) He was abnormally sad tonight so I knew this would help him! I got him an iPod shuffle! I put all of 'his' kind of music...(no country, sad day)...so he could relax. It is so nice to see him truly relax when I put the music on. Music therapy is amazing...and every rehab facility should have it! This new place does not but I'll have to recreate my own music therapy with him;) Its so funny because when he has the head phones in he moves his hand with the music...he loves it!:)
Also another cool thing about today is that Dad has a phone right next to his bed...he had one before, but he couldn't reach it. So the good/bad news is that he can call anytime he wants. Our cell phone numbers are hard for him to remember; but our house number hasn't changed in twenty years so that's definitely engraved in his memory.
Prayer request goes as follows...
Dad is at a new facility so pray that he gets the same level of care that he has received previously. I'm a little nervous because Dad is probably the youngest patient they have; and therapy may not be as intense as I'd like it.
Also pray for the night terrors that dad continues to have. He said that he is going to write them down and send them to Stephen King.
Finally, pray for healing. Dad's left side does not move on command. His shoulder still is very tender and he screams in pain if you touch or move his left hand. His brain does not process things as it used too. Time does not make sense to him right now. He thinks that this happened yesterday and that he will go home tomorrow. And trying to explain to him that you can't take him home right now is hard; because he gets upset.
Reality check: I never thought I would go see my dad in a nursing home two years after graduating college.
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I love you guys. You are still in my daily thoughts, an encouragement to me every single day to seek God's will and God's glory. And just when I get tired of saying the same thing is when I need to hear it, say it, see it, taste it, believe it and live it the most.
I'm glad Mr. Steve has been found a place. I hope the next one will be his house, Lord willing of course. God's grace and peace be with you all. I will pray that Jesus will be singing Mr. Steve to sleep from now on. He alone knows what is terrorizing Mr. Steve at night. He can speak His still small voice into the midst. Psalms 91:5 "Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;" The Lord brought Isaiah 54:9-17 to my attention when I was pregnant with John, our son. You might find some comfort in them. The last verse clearly states these promises are the heritage of the servants of the Lord and he says our righteousness is of him. God bless you with insight, wisdom, knowledge, and understanding of him, his Son, his glory. In Jesus' name. Sincerely, Laura Milcarzyk
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