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May 17, 2007 16:05

He was so sleepy when he came too, so quiet and confused that i just wanted to crawl in their and hold him until everything was made all right. I"ll get to take him home tomorrow, back to our bed, back to our puppy.

We were both doing fine until they decided it was time to take him to surgery and we both got really clingy. They kept giving us those looks that it was just routine surgery, noting was going to happen, but still, Both of us hate hospitals so much. Hate everything they mean in that negative way. Hate being there, finding our friends there, hate having them hurt to be there.

He came back though, all confused and sleepy and hurting and I just wanted to make it all go away. But I can't.

So I've just sat and looked after him, giving him his water, helping him with things he's needed and that's how the next couple of weeks are going to be.

It's 10 pm now, Visiting hours are long gone and Scott tells me I should go home, but I don't want to leave him.

Jilly  visited earlier, came to see him, she's going to be around for a bit, I made sure to give her the keys to the house

JImmy brought ballons as well. They made mark smile, in between one of his moments of not beign really awake but half there.

I'm going to go now. I don't know whether I go home or not. But we'll see.
Bye

hospital, scott, jill, mark, jimmy

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