Rainy Days and Mondays....

...Always get me down.  Actually that isn't quite accurate.  I love rainy days and Mondays are usually only known for the end of the weekend and having to get up for work.  Not exactly a reason to be down.  At least not most of the time.  Today however was different.  No rain, but a down day.  After so many good days in a row, today was not a good one.  Joe began to complain of back pain Sunday evening and by this morning the pain had increased immensely.  So much so that he was sick at his stomach.  Throwing up first thing does tend to set the tone for a bad day.  He did come to see me for lunch today, which in retrospect was probably not the best move.  When I got home from work this evening he was still in pain and walking around with his pink basin from the hospital.  Use your imagination as to what those are for.   Tonight he was playing for a memorial service at church, and although in a lot of pain, and extremely sick to his stomach, he made it through the service.  He also made it home with about 5 minutes to spare.  Within seconds of taking an anti-nausea pill, he was once again throwing up.  My heart aches watching the misery he is going through.  However, we cleaned him up, got him some lightly buttered toast, he took his antibiotics, pain medication and another anti-nausea pill and went straight to bed.   I came to bed an hour later and although he is resting, I don't think he has drifted off to sleep yet.  The pain is still present and he can't take more pain pills for many more hours.  Hopefully sleep will come and tomorrow will be a rainy day and he can sleep late.  Nobody wrote a song about rainy Tuesdays have they?   As long as Joe feels better, I'll take any weather at all.

Much love to Noel, Kevin, Clayton and their families tonight.  Our hearts and deepest sympathies are with you.  Thank you to everyone who continues to pray for Joe.  Please say an extra one tonight.