The View in Room 1522
The Writer has been admitted to the top floor of the hospital with a fabulous view of Burnett Woods, and has just arrived in the room. The nurse is checking her in. She is in some pain, her color is nice pink cheeks, pink lips, not wearing any oxygen and is talking clearly and following the events of the morning as relayed by Brad. She is warm, and has disgarded her surgical bonnet – which when The Writer says is warm – she is………… she is so frequently cold. She is wearing hospital socks – with just blankets on the main part of her body. The IV access that is in her right hand when she left for the OR is still going well, (not like her mother’s 5 IV sticks). She wants the head of the bed elevated, and is very calm and drowsy, but not goofy or super sedated.
“My peace I give to you, my peace I leave with you”
Today God has really shown us that He listens to prayers – and He answers them. Thank you to all the prayer warriors.
– from the blog of the Rozzinator (Jen’s mom)