I was visiting my father at Mission Hospital last night. I only like hospitals when a child is coming into this world. Joy and hospital in the same sentence. All other occasions sadness hitches a ride.
Dad is there recovering from pneumonia, heart complications, and high blood pressure. He has been there since Sunday. HE wants to go home! He asked me to bring him his sandals. Of course the fine physicians at Mission Hospital will decide when he can head on home! Pop knows that.
I have made trips to hospitals since I was about 12 years old. You see the lobby. You see folks watching TV or reading a magazine. Standard stuff.
Last night I actually saw a lady checking out her Facebook page.
Which reminds me...I have to post Dad's status this morning!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
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