John wasn't feeling 100% today so Dr. Cobb had him come into the office. Upon examination, he determined that JSH is dehydrated and anemic so sent him back to the hospital for admission.
They'll fill him full of fluids and blood-type stuff (I know, I know. My "General Hospital" medical education is showing) and hold on to him for a few days to get him back up to par.
I'd go down and check in on the 'rents in person, but the airlines have done lost their minds and have jacked up the price of a RT ticket from DC to Jax to $720. I mean, really. I like Jax and all, but $720? I could go to Europe for that. And maybe even in Premium Economy, where the wine is always free. And plentiful. Kind of like it is here on my sofa, from whence this post originated.
Trink thanks you for all your positive thoughts during this latest hospitalization. Just a reminder, as always, no visitors so he can heal quickly and get out again.
I know she'd rather they spend her birthday (it's the 17th if you haven't bought a card yet. Which I haven't. Need to get on that. It'll be there on time, Mom. I promise! J-buy a card! And a gift!) at home with JSH and Tralee. I don't imagine hospital cake is anything to write home about. But Cami Cakes are a different story...YUM. (Here's a link - they ship, FYI, and her favorite is Lemon Drop, in case you're stumped for a gift idea: http://camicakes.com/)
And in closing, today's post title comes from The Godfather III. This quote is the only good thing to come out of this film as far as I'm concerned. I am still devastated that when Winona Ryder dropped out of the film to be in Edward Scissorhands, they thought Sofia Coppola was a worthy substitute to step in as Michael's daughter. Thankfully Sofia left acting shortly thereafter and realized directing was something she actually had a talent for, unlike being on camera...
(Written by Lisa, not Trink, which if you don't know by now...well...yeah.)
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