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The Good News
Apr. 28th, 2007 05:56 pm... is that the doctors have diagnosed diverticular disease, which is unpleasant but by no means threatening. Mother will have to undergo surgery towards the end of May. So the recurring attacks of high fever and the symptoms she experienced on Wednesday are completely unrelated. It seems that the fever is, indeed, rheumatic fever (which doesn't make it any less dangerous) which occurs because the dose of cortisone she's taking is too low.
What I regard as bad news is the fact that she left hospital this morning, to go home and continue life as if nothing had happened. I really, really, really don't want to talk her into perceiving herself as an invalid. What I would like her to do is take care of herself in a sensible way. Tell her husband to go eat at a restaurant if she doesn't feel like cooking, get a cleaning lady to do the hard work like window-cleaning and vacuuming (it's not a question of money), and things like this. I know she won't, because I know that she doesn't care for herself, and so she's unable to take care of herself. But that can't be helped.
In other news, The sequel to Canterbury Handfasting is finished. I have to proof-read it one final time and will probably upload it tonight or tomorrow. And wouldn't it be nice if no plot bunnies were hiding anywhere, waiting to attack my ankles? Exceptions would be made for writing a pinch hit for the exchange, but otherwise I'd just love a few bunny-less weeks.
Tomorrow I'll have to pack and pre-check-in, so that I may arrive just in time for boarding on Moday, with only ze boyz and no 30-kg suitcase. Daniel will be so glad to have the flat back, and I'm already looking forward to Ankara. Not to seeing the Ambassador, but certainly to friends, flat and work.
What I regard as bad news is the fact that she left hospital this morning, to go home and continue life as if nothing had happened. I really, really, really don't want to talk her into perceiving herself as an invalid. What I would like her to do is take care of herself in a sensible way. Tell her husband to go eat at a restaurant if she doesn't feel like cooking, get a cleaning lady to do the hard work like window-cleaning and vacuuming (it's not a question of money), and things like this. I know she won't, because I know that she doesn't care for herself, and so she's unable to take care of herself. But that can't be helped.
In other news, The sequel to Canterbury Handfasting is finished. I have to proof-read it one final time and will probably upload it tonight or tomorrow. And wouldn't it be nice if no plot bunnies were hiding anywhere, waiting to attack my ankles? Exceptions would be made for writing a pinch hit for the exchange, but otherwise I'd just love a few bunny-less weeks.
Tomorrow I'll have to pack and pre-check-in, so that I may arrive just in time for boarding on Moday, with only ze boyz and no 30-kg suitcase. Daniel will be so glad to have the flat back, and I'm already looking forward to Ankara. Not to seeing the Ambassador, but certainly to friends, flat and work.
