These days I don’t need an alarm call to tell me the time. Lassie the pom starts bobbing her head next to my bedside everyday at precisely 7 am. Mostly I am already awake wondering about dad’s progress for the day.
Dad’s student gave him a positive vote of confidence today, which was very sensitive and tactful of him.
We had relatives dropping in most of the day. And some who planned to, I (hopefully) inoffensively discouraged from doing so. Their intentions may be good but many of them much to my chagrin end up saying the wrong things.
Lapses of lingy like ”O you have become so thin”. Or ” You know this other chap who had this disease did not do so well”. Or “Is this a good hospital. How many rooms do they have? Who is your doctor? (followed by an thorough and pointless investigation)”. The small talk and inseccent chatter only ends up tiring both mom and pop. Someone brought — and I am not kidding — 24 bananas for me!
The usual suspects are dependable, kind and sincere and this is the first time that I am personally so indebted for their being there.
Right my brain feels like it’s gonna fry, mostly from all the conversations of the day over the phone and in person. Need slumber. Sweet slumber badly.
atleast when i kept u awake, you were having fun!
Good for you dad. Hope he gets better soon!
At least I let you believe that
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