Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Hijacked by the Imp Queen
Yep, I've hijacked this blog. Just for a minute though. Shuttup, Arn, I'll give it back when I'm finished, so just chill.
If you've read my post, you probably already have an idea what's going on, but if not, I'll just tell you - Arnie's father Daymon has had a stroke and is in ICU. To make matters worse, his testicles sort of exploded, causing a surgical repair for the abscessed, er, unit, which has now been left open to air to heal. This is a very dangerous, scary time for Daymon. And Arnie.
A stroke means you can't always communicate pain or annoyance or whatever. A giant open testicular wound means you have lots of pain or annoyance or whatever to communicate. You see the problem here.
Daymon needs prayer for his very survival, because he is a very sick man and his prognosis is shaky right now. Arnie needs prayer for his sanity, and his father, and his health and financial well being and just for general support purposes, because it hurts to be the one surviving child of your only surviving parent, with the rest of the family far away and no idea what tomorrow holds.
Arn - I am praying for you. I care. I am here when you need me, and when you don't. Philip sends his love and prayers, too - we'll be around, day or night. Hang in there, and for gosh sakes don't try to do this by yourself, please?
Lecture over. That is all. Now you people comment or I will kick you in the nuts.
So there.
Get well, Daymon, or I will not EVER let you look down my shirt. I mean, just sayin'.
I hope your dad pulls through OK. Strokes are a nasty business. If there's something I can do, please let me know.
Peace,
Kevin
My shoulders are ever ready if you need one.
Anita
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