Dad is in the hospital again. He has been having some pain in his abdomen so mom took him to the doctor on Tuesday. The doctor sent dad over to the hospital on Wednesday morning to have an ultrasound. They found that his gall bladder was full of stones and diseased and needed to come out. Mom and dad wanted the same doctor that did his colon surgery to do this one as well but he was on vacation and wouldn't be back for a few days and dad couldn't wait that long. They decided to have Dr.
Ashdown do the surgery. Dr.
Ashdown came and looked at him and admitted him right into the hospital. Dad had surgery that night at 5:30 p.m. The gall bladder was as big as a baseball but shaped like a football. He will be in the hospital for 4-5 days. I called this morning and they said he was doing great and had been up walking around. They were a little worried about his kidneys but the nurse told me they were working okay. Hopefully we won't have a repeat like last time. The doctors wonder if this is why dad hasn't felt very good and been able to get back on his feet.
Tuesday, dad thought he would go get a 40 lb. bag of pellets for their stove. Mom looked outside and saw him. She went out just in time to see him fall. He hit the grass and skinned up his head and bloodied his nose. I think his pride was wounded the most.
The other day I was coming home from the cows and I saw the best sight that I have seen in months. There was a green pickup coming down my lane. It was dad. That was the first time I have seen him drive since his colon surgery. I wished I had my camera. I would have taken a picture.