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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #912643
The storm clouds are piling high.
#521939 added July 17, 2007 at 7:03pm
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Here I am again.
I had Robert at the ER last night. We arrived a little before 9 PM and left about 12:30 AM. He has another staph infection. He's on a high dosage of antibioltics, but he's not in good shape.

He has open sores on his lower legs that weep. We have to keep the fluid contained because it is full of infection. One large area on the back of his left left leg is surrounded by redness, and a lump is under the skin beside the scabbed sore. The doctor put him to bed with his legs elevated.

Mental confused on Robert's part adds to the problem.

I'm having a bit of trouble finding any silver lining, especially after being involved in an accident today. I'm now on foot. The other driver's insurance is trying to avoid paying any settlement. As old as the van is, any settlement wouldn't be much, not enough to replace the van.

Oh, Lord, please help me have faith that You will meet our needs. Right now I have little faith. Help my unbelief.

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