October 7th, 2010
Breaking Silence
Folks, I'm sorry it's taken this long for me to update about Bob's health. Monday was a horrible day; I was frightened, exhausted and full of the irrational thought that fear and exhaustion bring. I can't even begin to speak to Bob's own fear, pain and exhaustion.
But things are better. Physically, there's still a lot left to be desired, but emotionally and spiritually I think we're steadier.
Oh, hell, where to start?
( I ramble, so I use a cut to save you all.Collapse )
Folks, I'm sorry it's taken this long for me to update about Bob's health. Monday was a horrible day; I was frightened, exhausted and full of the irrational thought that fear and exhaustion bring. I can't even begin to speak to Bob's own fear, pain and exhaustion.
But things are better. Physically, there's still a lot left to be desired, but emotionally and spiritually I think we're steadier.
Oh, hell, where to start?
( I ramble, so I use a cut to save you all.Collapse )
- Current Location:going to bed
- Current Mood:
exhausted
...Would be smoother.
I was right not to hold my breath. More bleeding, but he was stable enough after the incident to undergo the intervention they shied away from earlier. We were told it would be two hours before the procedure was complete; It's been longer than that, and still no word. Bob asked me to call Andy, so he's here. I'm equipped with a pager but I admit that I'm not enthusiastic about hearing from it. I probably won't be in the headspace to answer, but good wishes and vibes are still appreciated. Christ, are they ever.
ETA: Oh, FFS, I just got a call from Bob. He's somewhere in the hospital "in a cubicle" recovering. The buzzer/pager never went off. These fucking bastards.
I was right not to hold my breath. More bleeding, but he was stable enough after the incident to undergo the intervention they shied away from earlier. We were told it would be two hours before the procedure was complete; It's been longer than that, and still no word. Bob asked me to call Andy, so he's here. I'm equipped with a pager but I admit that I'm not enthusiastic about hearing from it. I probably won't be in the headspace to answer, but good wishes and vibes are still appreciated. Christ, are they ever.
ETA: Oh, FFS, I just got a call from Bob. He's somewhere in the hospital "in a cubicle" recovering. The buzzer/pager never went off. These fucking bastards.
- Current Location:Evanston Hospital
- Current Mood:
distressed - Current Music:some automatic piano. I kid you not. Playing the second half of Layla.
