Its 2.30pm and I'm waiting for my girl child to come back from theatre. Just a gastroscopy but still pretty yukkie. Will be interesting to see how she copes with anaesthetic this time. Last time she was about 10 years old and had her tonsils out. I stayed the night with her in hospital as she kept bleeding. Two of us in one tiny bed was not fun.
Here's hoping we have no such drama this time, but its unlikely as they do not cut with this procedure.
Bean gets aggressive when coming out of it and is very funny, so I sit and wait in anticipation at how this woman/girl child of mine is going to react.
She has been feeling unwell for a few months already and I had written it off as an ulcer, but now the exams are over and we were hoping it would resolve itself, but it hasn't, so now they are trying to see if there may be another cause somehow. Hopefully it will all be fine.
I hate hospitals. Have spent so much time in and around them in my life that they are almost like a second home, but I hate them all the same. To me they represent lack of freedom and privacy.I don't have the phobias of people going in and not coming out or such things that others carry around, they just make me feel claustrophobic. You can't go to sleep when you want to as the lights are on til such and such a time. They bang and crash in the corridors til who knows what hour and so on! So annoying.
I heard news today from a friend I have had since school days. Her husband (after 27yrs) has asked for a divorce out of the blue. How my heart bleeds for her. How sad this news is.
I wonder if he knows what he is throwing away...all that history and someone who knows him better than anyone else ever will. So silly we humans can be, and only when its too late do we learn the lesson. The only advice I can give her is that that was given to me when I went through that.
She has all the right to be morbid, to feel sorry for herself. She must allow herself to mourn. It is worse than a death, as this way he is still walking around, and we have to deal with watching them move on. She must give herself permission to cry and scream and howl at the moon.
Bianc just got back and she is asking everyone who passes to teach her "their language"! She is not aggressive at all, just talking lots of nonsense and really funny. Will sign off now so I can go get her coke and stuff and phone her dad and boyfriend who are waiting for the call.
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