This is all so surreal...

That man lying in the hospital bed, broken, is my Dad. The man who taught me to ride a bike, to pick a lock, to start a fire (and to put it out), is lying in a bed in the ICU. He doesn’t really look like Dad. His face is a little swollen and his jaw is more square. He actually looks more like my Grandpa than I ever remember. The oddest thing is that he looks just like my almost 2 year old son, Eli.

I don’t know what this accident will mean for Dad. Will he still be like MacGyver? Will he still be able to look at a problem and engineer a solution in his head in seconds? Will he remember the accident? Will he even remember me? All of these questions go unanswered everyday and yet there are still miracles happening daily. Dad is breathing more on his own everyday. Dad is still stable, he will squeeze a hand occasionally and makes it known when he is uncomfortable or something is bothering him. He now has a PICC line in to deliver his plethora of medications. The medical staff took a culture of the fluid in dad’s lungs and

discovered some pneumonia lurking so they now have him on some more specific antibiotics to target that.

His eye orbits will be the primary focus in this afternoon’s surgery which is scheduled for about 2PM. Please pray for the surgeons as they rebuild the bones that support his eyes. When all this is said and done Dad will probably be more titanium than bone! I’m hoping he sets off the metal detectors in the airport!

I will attempt to get another post out today after the surgery... life sometimes gets in the way, what with raising 4 kids and attempting to find some work to pay the bills. Let’s just say, when it rains, it pours.