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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Once again, thank You Lord...
Well, I'm going to try not to attach any cosmological significance to how our week is going, but today NATHAN FELL THROUGH A CEILING at work and landed in the emergency room at Wilford Hall. I got a call late this morning that the EMS were on site and taking him by ambulance to the hospital. When I arrived at his bedside he was strapped down, taped up, braced, and every other kind of immobilized they could manage to keep his head still until he was xrayed.
He is "okay" tonight--no broken bones, much to the doctors' amazement. He probably has a mild concussion and lots of bruises and pulled muscles, but God spared him from any serious injuries.
Why is it that I feel *I* need muscle relaxers tonight?
And why, by the way, is The Papa looking out his hotel window onto Waikiki beach?
He is "okay" tonight--no broken bones, much to the doctors' amazement. He probably has a mild concussion and lots of bruises and pulled muscles, but God spared him from any serious injuries.
Why is it that I feel *I* need muscle relaxers tonight?
And why, by the way, is The Papa looking out his hotel window onto Waikiki beach?
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