Happy Grandparents Day

An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again.  

Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly.  

~Gene Perre

Girls and I had a nice visit with Papa today, Grandparents' Day. Jon would have been there, too, except he's been sick all week and that just wouldn't do. (So, since he's actually feeling much better, I had him vacuum the whole house in our absence - he did a good job. ;-)

 Yesterday, I told Dad we'd be there after church, around 1:00. He said, "I'll expect you at 1:30." (he knows us well :-) Ultimately, we got there around 3:00 pm.  Both Gma and Papa were very gracious, without rush, seeming to appreciate our arrival when-ever. 

They started Dad on heart med today, not long before we got there. Mom was pleased to tell us that his blood pressure, heart rate and oxygen counts all seemed to be heading in the right direction following the first dose. 

Mid-way into our visit, we consulted with the tell-tale screen...

... concerned that the top green number of 74 was illustrating very low Oxygen levels... exploring whether or not Dad had re-inserted Oxygen into his nostrils, whether he had "reader" accurately connected to his index finger, suggesting he might want to check with his nurse....

Of course, Dad dismissed at first... but after a bit, started noticing dizzy-woozy-ness, asked about current numbers (he can't see them)... we reported mid-70s. 

"Maybe we should call your nurse in," says I.

Nurse and respiratory dude arrive quickly, take a look at the screen and say "Your Oxygen is at 97 - that's pretty good." 

Major oops - Realize we confused heart rate number (green) with oxygen level number (blue) - duh.

Counts are good and getting better.... Please keep your prayers coming!

Breath by breath,

Robin