First the important stuff: Dad is out of the woods.
My aunt drove all night and all day to get there to see him and she wasn't quite prepared -- he's in dressings from head to toe, on account of losing the top two layers of skin to road rash. The hip is apparently the only thing that broke, and it's been pinned, and the nurses sat him down today, so he's making progress already. He also had a collapsed lung, but that's apparently back up and running. And he's making jokes, so yeah, he's doing better. My two secondary questions -- whose fault? and how's the bike? -- went unanswered, as nobody knows yet. But honestly, I don't care all that much. He's going to get out of ICU tomorrow (fingers crossed) and then probably moved to a facility closer to home -- if not his hometown, then the nearest large facility, which is, conveniently, my hometown. And I'll have scads of time to spend with 'im, now.
Work? I'm pleased. There are things afoot which could cause a cosmically comic reversal of fortune. I'm not counting on it -- I'm relaxing (got two paychecks and six letters of recommendation on the way, regardless), taking it easy, not stressing for now. Maybe next week. Not now. Now I don't have to drive. And I at least got to say goodbye to almost everyone, so that was good. And, honestly, it's hard to get worked up about this considering the pain Dad's in. My life? I'm fine.
And more GTA: San Andreas screenshots. See? It's all good.
Also brilliant: Topeka searches for slogan. Oh, I have suggestions....
My aunt drove all night and all day to get there to see him and she wasn't quite prepared -- he's in dressings from head to toe, on account of losing the top two layers of skin to road rash. The hip is apparently the only thing that broke, and it's been pinned, and the nurses sat him down today, so he's making progress already. He also had a collapsed lung, but that's apparently back up and running. And he's making jokes, so yeah, he's doing better. My two secondary questions -- whose fault? and how's the bike? -- went unanswered, as nobody knows yet. But honestly, I don't care all that much. He's going to get out of ICU tomorrow (fingers crossed) and then probably moved to a facility closer to home -- if not his hometown, then the nearest large facility, which is, conveniently, my hometown. And I'll have scads of time to spend with 'im, now.
Work? I'm pleased. There are things afoot which could cause a cosmically comic reversal of fortune. I'm not counting on it -- I'm relaxing (got two paychecks and six letters of recommendation on the way, regardless), taking it easy, not stressing for now. Maybe next week. Not now. Now I don't have to drive. And I at least got to say goodbye to almost everyone, so that was good. And, honestly, it's hard to get worked up about this considering the pain Dad's in. My life? I'm fine.
And more GTA: San Andreas screenshots. See? It's all good.
Also brilliant: Topeka searches for slogan. Oh, I have suggestions....