Lodge Anyone?

Well... Cooper's glucose levels were great right up until the doc checked on him this morning, when it dropped from 86 to 44. I have no idea what those numbers mean, but I'll keep throwing them and other terms around as if I do. Dr. Bruce said Cooper needs to maintain at least 50 glucoses for 48 hours before they'll release him to the family room. We're hoping the glucosometer was on the fritz, but we can't be too careful. (Or maybe we can. Those kinds of phrases always confuse me. That's like saying "you can never eat too many Dreamland ribs." Does that mean I can eat as many ribs as I want? Or that I shouldn't eat too many? Anyway, I digress.)

Kelli and I are moving to the lodge today. That sounds a lot more rustic than I'm sure it is. We'll let you know. If there's a guy dressed as a park ranger working at the front desk, then maybe it earns the name lodge. It's probably more ECONO than YELLOWSTONE. Unless there's a risk of bear attack, the word lodge should not be used. But, this is Southside, so you can't rule anything out.

If Coop's glucosi-chondrians stay above 50 through Sunday, we'll all be headed home on Monday. I know that'll make Savannah happy, because she is ready to see her brother.

So, in the words of the enigmatic British solar racer, Desmond, from LOST, "you gotta lift it up, Brother." Say a prayer that Cooper's glucose quotient stays above the bare (or bear?) minimum of 50 glucosites for the next two days. If not, pray that the docs will figure out the cause of his fluctuating glucose saturation index factor... thing. Because you can never have too many glucosoids... Or maybe you can...