I told you about Dad’s visit last week to Dr. BoneFixer. Well, it appears that Dad snuck out over the weekend to make a few dollars (or pennies in this case). And PrayerWarriorToo caught Dad on tape. Check him out:
That’s not right … a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just … not right!
Remember my friend, LegalAide? You should, I just told you about her a few minutes ago. Anyway, while we were talking about life and signing over Dad’s life savings to me, Dad decided to pass some gas.
I said, “Dad, you just tooted in front of my friend. That’s not right!” (… I know it’s sexist, but if “she” were a “he” I would not have said anything … I would have just laughed … )
Smiling, Pacino-voiced-Dad responded, “It was medically necessary.”
Nice.
My friend LegalAide came with me to visit Dad today … well, not to visit Dad … but to notarize some documents. Since LegalAide has been following our journey since the beginning, she knew all the stories and all the names. We ran into Pastor LittleBabies, who was rapping with Dad right after lunch.
LegalAide said that Dad looks like he was ready to just jump out of bed … luckily he didn’t … but instead, he grabbed a pen and signed over all of his life savings to me (Sorry, CaveBear) … I mean, he signed the accident report information sheet for the insurance company. Thanks for the help, LegalAide. Here’s an update on Dad:
Dad continues to be worried about the nerve damage throughout his face due to the multiple factial fractures. He talked to Dr. Groovin’ about it this morning and, based upon that chat, Dad said that we could all pray for the following:
Way back when this whole mess started, the TraumaTeam put a food “peg” tube into Dad so that he could enjoy all-you-can-eat (“AYCE”) MedicalMilkshakes around the clock. When Dad left the TraumaCondo to go to TheSelect, he started eating some real food, but he kept his AYCE Tube for when Dad’s Tum-Tum wasn’t feeling so good due to the real food. Since moving to WorthyRehab, he had not used the AYCE Tube.
Well, today is the end of an era … Dad’s AYCE Tube gets removed today! Let us rejoice and celebrate. Meet me at ChinaPan or GoldenCorral?
That’s not right … a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just … not right! I am speechless about this one. This is why you should never let your wife take your son to your daughter’s birthday party sleepover at a hotel with a bunch of 10 year old girls!
Honey, I know you never read G&G … you don’t have time … but if you ever happen to stumble on this site, and particularly this post, just know … that’s not right!
This is an XRAY (… Get it? An afternoon play on words … XRAY of RAY …) dancin’ into the evening. ( … Speaking of dancing … I bet good ‘ol Righty is on his way to the dancehall this evening with his repaired heart … Remember him? …).
Anyway, Dad just returned from Dr. BoneFixer, who said that the BoneBreaks were all healing nicely. What does that mean? Well, the fracture on the clavicle was almost not visible. More importantly, the pelvic bones were showing to be totally symmetrical … meaning the pelvis was healing straight. BoneFixer, another one who saw Dad when he first came into the trauma unit, was totally impressed with Dad’s recovery. (… LIGHTBULB! … Bing! Can you say, Miracle? Can you say, Power of Prayer? …)
Keep ‘dem bones moving everyone. Have a good weekend.
