Had a dentist appointment today to replace an old filling. 18 mins later I was good. 6 hours later I could feel my lips again.
Sorted through all of my clothes for Goodwill. I always wondered where my money went… 5 bags later, I figured it out. Wow.
A Workshop of Fun!
Anyone that knew my dad, knew that he loved his tools and LOVED to build things. He would tinker, wood carve, help out folks who needed something fixed. He even traveled several times to help build houses or churches with the Men’s group.
So, naturally, he had a large workshop downstairs. He’d probably not like me showing it since its a little messy. Usually, it was VERY organized… He installed his own cabinets, built a filtration system and a tube system to collect the saw dust. He had peg board to hang tools and/or his finished work.
I also have my own tool collection and I needed to add to it this week… let’s call it “retail therapy”. However, my tools consist of new lenses and gadgets for the camera. 🙂  I got a new wide angle lens… WAY COOL STUFF. And I used it to shoot the entire workshop above. Thanks for passing down your desires for awesome tools, dad!
Maybe my dad will build us some houses? John 14:1-4 says, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” You think that Jesus will let my dad help build some?
Photo taken with: Nikon D700, Nikon 18-35 f/3.5
The Tools of Comfort
Comfort is the name of the game. We are all shocked that this is still going on. Dad has a strong heart and is still young. Not sure what that all means. However, his breathing is still labored and random. When he is sleeping, its actually pretty okay. His kidneys are in the process of shutting down, if they haven’t already.
We use these syringes to get the medicine to go down (Mary Poppins song now in my head…). He can’t swallow or do it himself. So, the skinny one’s work best to get back further in his mouth. You then have to massage his jaw to get the medicine to either absorb or go down his throat. We are keeping up on hourly meds at this point to keep him comforted. Otherwise, he will begin to try and raise both arms. We think that he’s trying to open himself up for more air.
We’ve also taken to leaving him by himself now. Hard, hard to do… But we’ve had several people, including Hospice tell us that some folks just need to be alone to pass.
Photo taken with: Nikon D700, Nikon 60mm f/2.8