We're back in Atlanta for therapy for Grace. We arrived Monday, Oct. 2 and will be going back to Nashville each weekend, finishing up with therapy on Friday, the 20th. I'll be glad when we're done...this hotel room wreaks of must and smoke.
Life has been anything but boring. Landis spent the 15th of September in the hospital. On Wednesday night, the 13th he was wheezing after church. That was nothing new. It has happened a lot. But it gradually got worse. I had to get him from school on Thursday morning and at 3:00 a.m. Friday I took him to the ER in Springfield. This was our 4th trip to the ER in the last 3 years so I figured it would be like any other time. He'd get his breathing treatment and some steriods and we'd go home about 2 hours later. Not this time. The Indian doctor told me he wanted Landis to go upstairs because he wasn't responding to treatment as they wanted him to. Tell me. I had given him several puffs at home and it wasn't phasing him. So we rolled upstairs and quickly we began to change our plans for the day. Bobby was home getting Grace ready for school when I realized he couldn't put Grace on the bus because I had the van with the wheelchair in the back. I had to leave Landis in the hospital room alone while I drove home and swapped vehicles. I sternly told Landis not to let anyone take him anywhere out of the room for ANYTHING! Of course the nurse knew what was going on. I hurried back and we settled in for the day.
It was a long day to say the least. Pastor Glenda had met us in the ER early that morning (oh I didn't want to call her but I've been scolded before because I didn't call) . Pastor Joe drove up to see Landis that afternoon and Aunt Mary and the cousins, Owen & Ivan stopped in with an activity/coloring book and a box of crayons. Cool. Bobby left for the Quartet Convention and Mary was still there when I left to go get Grace from school. She couldn't stay with Landis as long as I'd be gone but again I told the nurse what I was doing. Came back 45 minutes later and we found Landis with crayon in hand, sitting up in bed but fast asleep. Hope and I whispered and I fed Grace and Faith while Landis continued sleeping. He slept for an hour and a half after we got back to the room!
When the doctor came in that evening she looked at her watch and mentioned we probably didn't want to go home at such a late hour (8:00). I quickly expressed my desire to go home, PLEEEEAAAAAASE!!!! She gave the ok with the exception that I would get a nebulizer and go the pharmacy to fill a couple of prescriptions that night. I agreed and we slept so well in our own beds.
One funny Landis quote: About 6:00 a.m. he pulled the oxygen tube out of his nose again and said, "This thing is suckin' all my bugars out!" Pastor Glenda and I had a good laugh.
