With the new year upon us, one of our goals was to get financially healthy. Heavenly Father had other ideas.
Paul, who will tough just about anything out, asked me to take him to the hospital in what I considered to be the middle of the night. I have never felt such terror as I drove my hubby off to the hospital with no clue what was wrong with him.
Even though we had made other plans for the first day of the New Year, we had to cancel them.
We spent hours and hours and hours in the ER. Paul got poked and prodded but they did help take the pain away.
He was able to get some sleep finally. We were overjoyed when he was discharged and we could go home.
It was an expensive day . . . with more to come.
