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monshu's hospitalisation. Maybe there was a bit more adrenaline I needed to work out in those days as opposed to now where after I type up my daily digest I'm fit for nothing beyond bed. Especially now that I've managed to come down with something.
Saturday it felt like an ordinary cold, so I went on a zinc regime and it seemed to clear up to the point that I discontinued it. But I tried my first nearly-full day of work this week and I feel pretty craptastic at the moment. For a while it was dodgy if I'd even be able to keep my lunch down, but it stayed and now it's just a creeping crud-type illness which if I'm luckier than I have any right to be is some 24-hour bug. If not...well, it hardly bears thinking about, does it? Mom could end up with two patients when she comes into town.
Now it's a waiting game. The Old Man is perfectly stable, he is--by some measures--ahead of where he was at this point in his last extended stay. But his physical therapy only began yesterday and--most importantly--his GI tract is still slumbering and until something gets out, he doesn't get out. Today I letmollpeartree and zompist take over some of the burden of distracting him. Tomorrow, Nuphy will be able to pitch in. And if I can convince myself that the world doesn't come to a halt if I'm not there to keep pushing on it, I might even be good to myself and get a little rest tomorrow.
monshu's hospitalisation. Maybe there was a bit more adrenaline I needed to work out in those days as opposed to now where after I type up my daily digest I'm fit for nothing beyond bed. Especially now that I've managed to come down with something.Saturday it felt like an ordinary cold, so I went on a zinc regime and it seemed to clear up to the point that I discontinued it. But I tried my first nearly-full day of work this week and I feel pretty craptastic at the moment. For a while it was dodgy if I'd even be able to keep my lunch down, but it stayed and now it's just a creeping crud-type illness which if I'm luckier than I have any right to be is some 24-hour bug. If not...well, it hardly bears thinking about, does it? Mom could end up with two patients when she comes into town.
Now it's a waiting game. The Old Man is perfectly stable, he is--by some measures--ahead of where he was at this point in his last extended stay. But his physical therapy only began yesterday and--most importantly--his GI tract is still slumbering and until something gets out, he doesn't get out. Today I let
mollpeartree and zompist take over some of the burden of distracting him. Tomorrow, Nuphy will be able to pitch in. And if I can convince myself that the world doesn't come to a halt if I'm not there to keep pushing on it, I might even be good to myself and get a little rest tomorrow.Tags: