"love, dad"
Aug. 2nd, 2002 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearMy workday ended punchily but Clever Sweet Legal Intern rode the train with me and we had a nice wrap-up. Then I had a fabulous dinner with H.S. that included non-alcoholic sangria -- which apparently I love. Or maybe it was just having great conversations about coming out and family and work stories and whatnot. She's been instructed to pass along a hug to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wearemany next week, so make sure you collect.
Then I came home and there was a voicemail from my father. He left a message like it was an e-mail, and even said the phrase "love, dad" as he hung up the phone. My mom is in the hospital, and had surgery yesterday and is having further procedures done right now, as I type this. She was having intestinal type problems the night before, repeated puking with nothing coming up, so they took her to the hospital and of course checked to see if she was having a heart attack because she's over 40. Instead it turns out she has gall stones and she had her gall bladder removed. They couldn't get all the stones through her abdomen so now they're doing a procedure where they go through her mouth. Hopefully this will work -- if not they're going to have to do the major surgery where they cut open her belly, which takes 4-5 days of hospital receovery.
Talking to my dad was weird. He's so emotional removed, yet I could feel everything through his voice -- like I could articulate what he was feeling better than he could. But of course he didn't want to talk about such things. I got the number for my mom's hospital room so I'll call her later to get the update.
Bishop just called me regarding a business matter but then we started talking about other things, including my mom and my dad and the state of the collective unconscious. (It doesn't work out as neatly when reduced to one sentence.)
I've been pretty removed anyway for the past week, and this isn't any different.
wearemany next week, so make sure you collect.Then I came home and there was a voicemail from my father. He left a message like it was an e-mail, and even said the phrase "love, dad" as he hung up the phone. My mom is in the hospital, and had surgery yesterday and is having further procedures done right now, as I type this. She was having intestinal type problems the night before, repeated puking with nothing coming up, so they took her to the hospital and of course checked to see if she was having a heart attack because she's over 40. Instead it turns out she has gall stones and she had her gall bladder removed. They couldn't get all the stones through her abdomen so now they're doing a procedure where they go through her mouth. Hopefully this will work -- if not they're going to have to do the major surgery where they cut open her belly, which takes 4-5 days of hospital receovery.
Talking to my dad was weird. He's so emotional removed, yet I could feel everything through his voice -- like I could articulate what he was feeling better than he could. But of course he didn't want to talk about such things. I got the number for my mom's hospital room so I'll call her later to get the update.
Bishop just called me regarding a business matter but then we started talking about other things, including my mom and my dad and the state of the collective unconscious. (It doesn't work out as neatly when reduced to one sentence.)
I've been pretty removed anyway for the past week, and this isn't any different.
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Date: 2002-08-02 08:11 am (UTC)i'm around all weekend if you need me, honey.
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Date: 2002-08-02 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-02 12:05 pm (UTC)sending you big hugs,
myles
Ooh.
Date: 2002-08-05 08:08 am (UTC)Re: Ooh.
Date: 2002-08-05 08:46 am (UTC)it's strange when something happens so quickly that by the time I start to process it, it's over.