Exhausted

The GuyDad is still in hospital. We have been taking turns to sit by him. Long hours of sitting in the hospital chair have left my back very sore. To top it all, we went to a party on Saturday night, hoping for a nice break - and a nice break it was. A fabulous party, and I got drunk and danced away, the alcohol numbing the pain so that I didn't feel the need to be careful. Since then, add my legs and feet to the list of aching body parts.

It's not just the backache, I'm feeling tired and numb overall. I couldn't muster up the energy to go to the hospital this morning, as I'd planned, and the Guy covered in for me. I have to go soon though, so that I'm around to talk to the doctors. We're hoping they'll release him tomorrow, but they've been delaying it every day so I wouldn't be surprised if they said otherwise.

And I have an event with Friends of Children Friday to Sunday, something I've been planning and working on for a long time but that I haven't been able to work on as much as I'd wish lately. We still need to figure out how we'll take care of the GuyDad those three days: right now, we're just wishing he can come home too. He's quite all right, except for the dressing still on and tubes stuck into him, and he's getting bored with lying around all day as well.

Blogging might be slow for a few more days. Ciao.