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Been a couple of nervous days, and especially night. I've hardly been able to go to sleep, and then woken up at 5, and waited for mum to call at half past seven. So far, so good. Dad is hanging in there, even though his heart rate have been very high, and not always quite stable. Felt like we were back on week one of his hospital stay there for a while, but today he had sat up a bit and things were calmer. They did some more x-rays of the stomach so will be interesting to hear the results tomorrow. It still feels like there are endless bouts of waiting around, and then a few moments of hope, and maybe calm, and then something else happens.
I'm very happy that we're heading up there tomorrow. I really don't like being away from dad when all this is going on. So yet another train ride for me and my sister tomorrow afternoon. We'll head straight for the hospital to catch up with everything. And then I'm staying up there until Wednesday next week.
Today I took a sick-day from school. I've hardly slept anything for last couple of night, so when mum called in the morning and things were tolerable I decided just to go to bed and try to get some rest, since I know it will be intense up in Gothenburg and today was my last chance of calm for a while. So I stayed home most of the day, just went out to collect a package and do some food shopping with my sister. And then she came over for some fish and the usual sibling row. She wanted to watch some medical documentary and I freaked out over watching more hospital stuff, and emergency care. I have enough of that in my life at the moment - no need fo emotional telly about it as well. Great! But the food was good, and I hope we won't get back to that fight tomorrow. We deal with the drama quite differently, and just have to get on from here.
I got the Windflower in that book package I collected today btw. A copy which was far too expensive for an old battered second hand romance novel, but it does get amazing reviews all over the place, and might possibly be exactly what I need to read right now. I've comfort read Just William this week, and last week it was Caroline Linden's A Rake's Guide to Seduction, so it looks like I'm back with the Regency historicals again. High quality stuff *g*. I need fluff at the moment, and not Albert Camus - thankfully I've read L'Étranger before so I could just wing it when we discussed it in class - really, it's NOT a book to read when your dad's in hospital.
I'm very happy that we're heading up there tomorrow. I really don't like being away from dad when all this is going on. So yet another train ride for me and my sister tomorrow afternoon. We'll head straight for the hospital to catch up with everything. And then I'm staying up there until Wednesday next week.
Today I took a sick-day from school. I've hardly slept anything for last couple of night, so when mum called in the morning and things were tolerable I decided just to go to bed and try to get some rest, since I know it will be intense up in Gothenburg and today was my last chance of calm for a while. So I stayed home most of the day, just went out to collect a package and do some food shopping with my sister. And then she came over for some fish and the usual sibling row. She wanted to watch some medical documentary and I freaked out over watching more hospital stuff, and emergency care. I have enough of that in my life at the moment - no need fo emotional telly about it as well. Great! But the food was good, and I hope we won't get back to that fight tomorrow. We deal with the drama quite differently, and just have to get on from here.
I got the Windflower in that book package I collected today btw. A copy which was far too expensive for an old battered second hand romance novel, but it does get amazing reviews all over the place, and might possibly be exactly what I need to read right now. I've comfort read Just William this week, and last week it was Caroline Linden's A Rake's Guide to Seduction, so it looks like I'm back with the Regency historicals again. High quality stuff *g*. I need fluff at the moment, and not Albert Camus - thankfully I've read L'Étranger before so I could just wing it when we discussed it in class - really, it's NOT a book to read when your dad's in hospital.