Prison guards.....

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I should be posting our joyful Christmas story.......
but I just can't today.

Instead I feel like I need to tell you about Paysen....
He is not well.

It is more than likely that he picked something up at school and it took a week to incubate and show its nasty face......

It breaks my heart.

He is stuck in his room, Parklen in the living room.....
He is in bed or building Lego's on his floor.....
He cannot play with his brother or snuggle with his mom......
He cannot hold his baby sister.

Parklen and Phinlynn miss him too.

Today he had to go to the ER because his fever was so high.....
he is taking medicine,
and now we wait.

We woke up thinking that Paysen and Devan should go back home,
the hospital isn't so sure.

They told us to watch him and try and keep them apart as much as we could......
but that's not easy nor is it ideal.

Whatever bug he is carrying could be a huge deal for Parklen......

This whole issue brings up so many feelings with me.
One of those feelings is anger........

I get so angry because the average person doesn't think about things the way I do......

Parents send sick kids to school.
Parents take their sick kids on airplanes.....
they take them on vacation,
to hotels,
to the store....

Yes, it can cause some inconvenience to miss work or other obligations.....
Yup, it sure isn't fun to miss those things.....
or cancel a trip....
or change your plans.......

So sorry to you......for the inconvenience......

Never do they stop to think about families such as ours.....

They don't think about what would happen if a brother like Paysen were to get sick....
they don't hesitate and contemplate the consequences that could arise......

Paysen could give his illness to Parklen......
Parklen could end up back in the hospital.

Parklen, kids like him......they are stuck in seclusion,
they have to remain indoors....away from excitement......

They can't go places.....
can't go to the store.
Cant go to school......

And the parents.....
the people who send their kids places when they are sick,
the people who go places themselves......
I consider them Parklen's prison guards......ensuring that him and kids like him are locked up and in doors.....unable to partake in the things outside......

I promise a joyful post tomorrow.......

Please pray for Paysen.....

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  1. bail bonds in hendersonMarch 18, 2014 at 7:27 PM

    being "locked up" in the hospital doesn't seem to be that much better than jail. Very tough stuff you're dealing with.

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