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Nov. 29th, 2003 10:21 amSorry to go so long without updates, but somewhere in there I got too tired to post even when we did go to the public library to use the computer terminals.
We're home now, after a nightmarish return trip that wound up taking well over 12 hours - we left for the airport at 7:30am central time, and walked in our front door at 10pm eastern time. We spent much of the intervening time in a holding pattern over Newark, being diverted from Newark to Syracuse, returning to Newark after refueling, and being passed from one unhelpful airline employee to another in the Newark airport, trying to rebook our missed connection. I became extremely tired of New Jersey. But I'm trying to remind myself that we had flawless transportation when it counted, on the way there - including a flight that landed early, allowing us to see Papa before he went into surgery. So there's really no grounds for complaint.
Papa came home from the hospital late Tuesday evening. He's doing remarkably well for someone whose heart was exposed and meddled with only a week ago - moving around the house, dressing and showering, eating reasonably well, carrying on conversations. The fever he developed towards the end of his hospital stay seems to have been a respiratory infection - they called in a prescription for antibiotics the day after he came home, and he's been coughing a lot. But mostly he seems to be recovering with incredible swiftness.
I'm so exhausted from this trip. I got a little less than nine hours of sleep - I woke up around eight worrying about money, and forced myself to get out of bed and start doing something so that the worry wouldn't spiral into panic. (Did you know that LJ won't let you go 1000 posts back in your friends view? So I might've missed something important that you said. I'm sorry.)
There are all kinds of things I should be doing - the house needs cleaning pretty badly, especially the kitchen; I need to unpack; I need to go to the office and get some work done because I didn't do any of it in Memphis (and honestly, I don't know why I thought I would). But I feel tired and sluggish and whiny, and distinctly amotivational. Gah.
If I made a long post filled with all the petty shit Michael's stepmother does that irritates me, that would be beneath me - right?
We're home now, after a nightmarish return trip that wound up taking well over 12 hours - we left for the airport at 7:30am central time, and walked in our front door at 10pm eastern time. We spent much of the intervening time in a holding pattern over Newark, being diverted from Newark to Syracuse, returning to Newark after refueling, and being passed from one unhelpful airline employee to another in the Newark airport, trying to rebook our missed connection. I became extremely tired of New Jersey. But I'm trying to remind myself that we had flawless transportation when it counted, on the way there - including a flight that landed early, allowing us to see Papa before he went into surgery. So there's really no grounds for complaint.
Papa came home from the hospital late Tuesday evening. He's doing remarkably well for someone whose heart was exposed and meddled with only a week ago - moving around the house, dressing and showering, eating reasonably well, carrying on conversations. The fever he developed towards the end of his hospital stay seems to have been a respiratory infection - they called in a prescription for antibiotics the day after he came home, and he's been coughing a lot. But mostly he seems to be recovering with incredible swiftness.
I'm so exhausted from this trip. I got a little less than nine hours of sleep - I woke up around eight worrying about money, and forced myself to get out of bed and start doing something so that the worry wouldn't spiral into panic. (Did you know that LJ won't let you go 1000 posts back in your friends view? So I might've missed something important that you said. I'm sorry.)
There are all kinds of things I should be doing - the house needs cleaning pretty badly, especially the kitchen; I need to unpack; I need to go to the office and get some work done because I didn't do any of it in Memphis (and honestly, I don't know why I thought I would). But I feel tired and sluggish and whiny, and distinctly amotivational. Gah.
If I made a long post filled with all the petty shit Michael's stepmother does that irritates me, that would be beneath me - right?
