Its not just another day...
Its my brother's birthday. Well, kind of, since he's a leap year baby. Its also March. I should know to look the HELL OUT for my brother in march.
He just called me, all matter-of-fact, like he was out celebrating with some mates and he just wanted to check in cause I'm funny about that since the accident:
"Yeah, I wont be home tonight... *laughs* Cause... I'm in hospital."
O_O O_O O_O
He's got second/third degree burns all over one arm. And yes, its my bro, so assume the worst, hot oil. DUDE! >_<;; AND he wasn't even going to go into hospital, just work through it, but in the end it was hurting him too much. NO SHITE! O_O;;; They wont let him go home (I'm not surprised) so he'll be home tomorrow afternoon I guess.
GODDAMN.
edit: So. Its worse than he's letting on. He's got theatre today to scrape off all the skin and dress the wound etc. >_<;; Guess he'll be out Monday or Tuesday. Something like that. *sighs* And since its surgery I can't even bring him any food or drink or anything because he's nil by mouth till a while afterwards.
My poor Mum, she's going to get to the point one day where if she hears my voice on the phone then obviously SOMETHINGHORRIBLEHASHAPPENED! She already thinks I'm crying whenever I'm walking and talking on the phone. *sigh*
He just called me, all matter-of-fact, like he was out celebrating with some mates and he just wanted to check in cause I'm funny about that since the accident:
"Yeah, I wont be home tonight... *laughs* Cause... I'm in hospital."
O_O O_O O_O
He's got second/third degree burns all over one arm. And yes, its my bro, so assume the worst, hot oil. DUDE! >_<;; AND he wasn't even going to go into hospital, just work through it, but in the end it was hurting him too much. NO SHITE! O_O;;; They wont let him go home (I'm not surprised) so he'll be home tomorrow afternoon I guess.
GODDAMN.
edit: So. Its worse than he's letting on. He's got theatre today to scrape off all the skin and dress the wound etc. >_<;; Guess he'll be out Monday or Tuesday. Something like that. *sighs* And since its surgery I can't even bring him any food or drink or anything because he's nil by mouth till a while afterwards.
My poor Mum, she's going to get to the point one day where if she hears my voice on the phone then obviously SOMETHINGHORRIBLEHASHAPPENED! She already thinks I'm crying whenever I'm walking and talking on the phone. *sigh*