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Actually got some sleep the second night I was on hospital watch, so didn't update, but I did end up staying at the hospital until maybe half past five in the afternoon the day after since they had to x-ray dad to check if his feeding tube lay in the right place, and then it did, but was clogged and they ended up having to change it after all.. yay for more everyday drama. Nothing life-threatening, just very annoying and rather painful for dad. I could hardly sleep when I finally made it home, high on worry and too much coffee, so ended up watching CSI and bad reality shows until mum and my sister came back from the hospital at almost midnight. My brother was on the night watch.
And then today I did get a bit of a sleep-in but still isn't back to the best form, arrived at the hospital around four in the afternoon and came back home with mum just after half past eleven tonight. I need to sleep some more, but my sister feels like she's coming down with something and might not be able to make it to the hospital tomorrow night, and my brother have another job that starts at 10 tomorrow morning so somebody has to be there before that time. And mum should be going to her dance class tomorrow morning but I don't think we'll be able to cope if she doesn't take the morning watch at the hospital.
Yes, that's our big headache at the moment. If one of us gets ill the whole schedule falls apart. And we are all all ready on our knees. Also VERY worried that dad is heading into another bout of pneumonia, his CRP value was up from 29 to 34 today, which isn't mush but still it's rising, just like last time, AND the mucus and phlegm in the tracheostomy tube has changed colour a bit again, more yellow and green, NEVER a good sign..
I'm reaching the end of An Unsuitable Attachment which I've been reading out loud for mum and dad at the hospital (and at home, since mum and I couldn't help wanting to hear what happened), and i'm so very much in love with Barbara Pym's world again. It's just right for my mood at the moment, and melancholy yet hopeful enough to fit our life right now. Lots of cups of tea and English clergymen on vacation in Rome.. Makes me long for the annual Summer Bazaar at the local Anglican church, St Andrew's, where I last year managed to win the first prize in their tombola! I try to attend the bazaar just to check out their book sale, and observe the strange but charming community of English church-goers abroad. Very Pym!
And then today I did get a bit of a sleep-in but still isn't back to the best form, arrived at the hospital around four in the afternoon and came back home with mum just after half past eleven tonight. I need to sleep some more, but my sister feels like she's coming down with something and might not be able to make it to the hospital tomorrow night, and my brother have another job that starts at 10 tomorrow morning so somebody has to be there before that time. And mum should be going to her dance class tomorrow morning but I don't think we'll be able to cope if she doesn't take the morning watch at the hospital.
Yes, that's our big headache at the moment. If one of us gets ill the whole schedule falls apart. And we are all all ready on our knees. Also VERY worried that dad is heading into another bout of pneumonia, his CRP value was up from 29 to 34 today, which isn't mush but still it's rising, just like last time, AND the mucus and phlegm in the tracheostomy tube has changed colour a bit again, more yellow and green, NEVER a good sign..
I'm reaching the end of An Unsuitable Attachment which I've been reading out loud for mum and dad at the hospital (and at home, since mum and I couldn't help wanting to hear what happened), and i'm so very much in love with Barbara Pym's world again. It's just right for my mood at the moment, and melancholy yet hopeful enough to fit our life right now. Lots of cups of tea and English clergymen on vacation in Rome.. Makes me long for the annual Summer Bazaar at the local Anglican church, St Andrew's, where I last year managed to win the first prize in their tombola! I try to attend the bazaar just to check out their book sale, and observe the strange but charming community of English church-goers abroad. Very Pym!