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Home again!

We were schedule to leave on thursday but Pap was very ill and Hubby was going no where until he was sure that Pap was ok. Which I do understand but I was still just bit put out. This is where siblings would be of great help. But why dwell on something that is not going to happen.

We never did find out why he was vomiting but he was not able to keep anything down for 2 days. He was dehydrated! The ladies at dialysis try to assure us that he was not dehydrated but he was vomiting and unable to keep anything down even water and it was very hot and humid. The pcp finally call in a RX on thursday with instructions that if that did not help he was to go the ER. The compazine which did stop the vomiting on thursday night but friday morning he was very weak and following the doctor's instruction he was taken to ER.

They explain that he was having some problems due to his congestive heart failure. Cracklin sound when asked to take deep breathes but then he had fluid in his lungs. Friday was a dialysis day for him so one they got all his vitals and did a chest xray they took him for his dialysis. So we had to was for 31/2 hours so back home we went.

I finished what packing needed to be done and Hubby got a haircut. Shortperson took the day off and we clean the house just in case he was release the same day. Since his heart was the problem he stayed in the hospital. He looked 100% better and sounded stronger. He told us to go on our trip he would be fine and he would see us when we go back. Then he smiled.

We made sure Short person had enough food and off we went. I will be glad when the computer at home is back up and running then I can share pictures.

I will be back in the sewing studio tomorrow working on some repairs and earning a couple of dollars!

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