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Nov. 10th, 2006 09:14 pmOh blimey, It's been so stressful I can't tell if it Monday. And I've just been told it's Friday.
Dad got out of hospital yesterday. He was desperate to come home. He's on various drugs including some antibiotics which have some unusual side effects: hallucinations, mental confusion, etc etc. and guess what, he's got all the side effects, which led us to believe that he was finally...well, you know.
We called the doctors and the priest, who agreed that something was v wrong to the extent that the priest took his confession and administered what I believe to be the last rites.
And then he started rallying. I don't know what it is about religion. Given that the list of his sins must have taken at most twenty seconds to relate in complete detail, I'm gobsmacked at the level of co-incidence which constantly occurs around those who believe. I sometimes wish I still did.
The Brother got here at noon, by which time dad was feeling considerably better.
We know we've got days or weeks now, not months.
Both Mike and I found ourselves in tears at odd moments. Happens to mum all the time but we're guys and it's not meant to happen to us like that.
Glamorous Ex offered to help. Trying to borrow a microphone from her and was due round her place to pick up aforementioned item, but phoned instead to let her know our situation. I will miss her when she's left for Africa, especially after her kindness and generosity and her goodheartedness. She is a good person and I would hope that her guardian angels take v special care of her.
Everyone has been wonderful, but the old man's still failing fast.
Dammit dammit dammit
Feel very stupid headed.
I want to write about Christopher Logue, which came up on one of the forums (fora? surely some mistake), but I'll leave it for a couple of days until my head gets back together properly.
The Politicartoon forum has kept me sane this past month, and made me think about something other than my family problems. I'd like to thank each and every person I've crossed swords/come into contact with, but I'm still not quite sure of how to do it. Have to get to grips with the interweb as something other than merely a communication system - looking at other folks pages makes me envious of the designs and personalisations.
I am such a luddite really.
Couldn't believe GWB on telly asking for ideas. Perhaps no-one is beyond redemption. He may be a bigger man than I've given him credit for. Let's wait and see, but if he can help put right some of the fuck-ups he instigated, he'll have gone a long way to redeeming himself in my eyes. I hope things can at least move towards solutions. Have to think more when my faculties aren't shot to bits.
Dad got out of hospital yesterday. He was desperate to come home. He's on various drugs including some antibiotics which have some unusual side effects: hallucinations, mental confusion, etc etc. and guess what, he's got all the side effects, which led us to believe that he was finally...well, you know.
We called the doctors and the priest, who agreed that something was v wrong to the extent that the priest took his confession and administered what I believe to be the last rites.
And then he started rallying. I don't know what it is about religion. Given that the list of his sins must have taken at most twenty seconds to relate in complete detail, I'm gobsmacked at the level of co-incidence which constantly occurs around those who believe. I sometimes wish I still did.
The Brother got here at noon, by which time dad was feeling considerably better.
We know we've got days or weeks now, not months.
Both Mike and I found ourselves in tears at odd moments. Happens to mum all the time but we're guys and it's not meant to happen to us like that.
Glamorous Ex offered to help. Trying to borrow a microphone from her and was due round her place to pick up aforementioned item, but phoned instead to let her know our situation. I will miss her when she's left for Africa, especially after her kindness and generosity and her goodheartedness. She is a good person and I would hope that her guardian angels take v special care of her.
Everyone has been wonderful, but the old man's still failing fast.
Dammit dammit dammit
Feel very stupid headed.
I want to write about Christopher Logue, which came up on one of the forums (fora? surely some mistake), but I'll leave it for a couple of days until my head gets back together properly.
The Politicartoon forum has kept me sane this past month, and made me think about something other than my family problems. I'd like to thank each and every person I've crossed swords/come into contact with, but I'm still not quite sure of how to do it. Have to get to grips with the interweb as something other than merely a communication system - looking at other folks pages makes me envious of the designs and personalisations.
I am such a luddite really.
Couldn't believe GWB on telly asking for ideas. Perhaps no-one is beyond redemption. He may be a bigger man than I've given him credit for. Let's wait and see, but if he can help put right some of the fuck-ups he instigated, he'll have gone a long way to redeeming himself in my eyes. I hope things can at least move towards solutions. Have to think more when my faculties aren't shot to bits.
