Feb 29, 2008 12:26
Three weeks into second semester of fourth year and I'm still not quite sure what my dissertation is about. Oh dear. Been busy helping out backstage on Hay Fever this week, great play, some Diva-style actors who got told where to go.
Dad's in hospital just now. He's had some heart troubles: palpatations and the like, and finally went to the doctors a couple of weeks ago. They told him to take a couple of weeks off work to relax, with no running, but he just can't sit and do nothing, so he'd been going long uphill walks and feeling even worse for it because of the pills he was taking. He said it was like hitting the wall while running a marathon. Now he's in Crosshouse on monitors. I can't say it's not been a long time coming, and something which I knew from the first age I could put 2and2 (Him being overweight, and having the most incredible ability to get stressed about the smallest things, and even more stressed about important things) and realised that there was a pretty good chance of him having heart problems. It's just something you don't want to think of happening, now that it is I don't know what to think. I want to help mum out but I don't know how, and I can't help but feeling I've been the source of half his stress the last few years.