The last I talked to my dad was last Friday...he was like a little kid, all excited about finally getting my 'old' oven installed, and getting some very nice folding chairs...then I decided to rest all w/e, so I didn't get to see him...so Monday was MLK...kids and myself were off. W/ Sarah's fam it tow, we all decided to visit them today, complete with some flat bread, and Mo's homemade concoction cassarole.
Unforntuately when we got there at 12ish, my dad was sleeping...never woke up prior...so by 1pm we decided to 'nudge' him to wake up, and eat something. He said he's never ever felt so much pain EVER. He also had a low grade fever. His back, chest, tummy and head HURT. So, in went the Pecocet & Tylenol...tea and toast were one the menu...followed after a few hrs of my cassarole...and of course for dinner the best pork roast with all the best sides ever...he enjoyed it. But sadly he could not get out of bed:( So, if Mohommed won't come to the mountain...the mountain will come to Mohommed...we sat up in his room and helped keep him company...:)