No hospital, just doctors.
Nov. 5th, 2006 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnny9fingersThe Da's not out of bed today. The Quacks have pronounced him better than can be expected, so we shouldn't worry overmuch, however, he might be starting an infection. Antibiotics. Still hope to get him past Christmas, and come the Spring, at least the sun will make him feel a bit better.
Have to speak to non-Einsteinian God about changing set of dice being played with at present. However, all probabilities look grim...and I too shall die, eventually - though would prefer to stay around long enough to watch the odd spiral galaxy or two unwind - which is a long time, but still an instant in the breath of Brahma.
In the end it seems to be about quality of life and freedom from pain. Wish the old thing was less brave and stoical sometimes. He might inform us when he's in pain, and we'll dole out his pain-killers, and the bad bits can be pushed aside, for a short time.
More reading for next never-to-be-published novel. (One done, three to go.)
Still not enough practice.
Too much time on interweb.
Will stop and watch us lose at Rugby to All-Blacks.
Dammit dammit dammit.
Have to speak to non-Einsteinian God about changing set of dice being played with at present. However, all probabilities look grim...and I too shall die, eventually - though would prefer to stay around long enough to watch the odd spiral galaxy or two unwind - which is a long time, but still an instant in the breath of Brahma.
In the end it seems to be about quality of life and freedom from pain. Wish the old thing was less brave and stoical sometimes. He might inform us when he's in pain, and we'll dole out his pain-killers, and the bad bits can be pushed aside, for a short time.
More reading for next never-to-be-published novel. (One done, three to go.)
Still not enough practice.
Too much time on interweb.
Will stop and watch us lose at Rugby to All-Blacks.
Dammit dammit dammit.
