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The waiting is the hardest part.
Apr. 10th, 2010 03:44 pmMy brother is in the ER, and is about to be admitted to the hospital. They don't know what's wrong, but it involves being really sick and puking up blood.
I was already drinking Diet Coke, I just dumped in a bunch of rum. Any more bad news and I'm looking up bus ticket prices to Cleveland. Actually...I'm doing that anyways($40, 8-hour trip? NOT BAD). I've met my brother, he has royal bad luck.
I did have the bad grace to point out to my mom that of the four of us, I'm the only one who has never been admitted to the hospital. Which means I'll be getting hit by a bus any day now. I just come and do the humorous distraction. With card games and YouTube videos. I've got hospital visiting down to a damn science.
Of all the fucking times to not be in Ohio and 700 fucking miles away. >:(
ETA: Mom just called with an update, he's got appendicitis.
ETA Again: Dad just called. His opening sentence was that Kevin's in ICU. >_< Good going there, but he's likely there because the recovery room isn't staffed. He had his appendix removed at 7:00pm EST. Most those types of surgery are done during the day. He's out of surgery and recovering, soon as he wakes up and is alive, mom and Alicia are gonna head home. Dad's restraining himself from the Johnny Walker at the moment in case Alicia's car takes a dump. This is how dad and I were when my mom was hospitalized. He and I are way too similar.
ETA 4/12: He was a cranky irritable bastard from hell today. So since my immediate family knows him, we figure he's doing okay and so far, he's all right to go home tomorrow. I told his best friend from HS to call him on Wednesday or Thursday. I actually haven't talked to him at all yet. He was too out of it on Sunday, and I was pretty much warned off even attempting it today.
I was already drinking Diet Coke, I just dumped in a bunch of rum. Any more bad news and I'm looking up bus ticket prices to Cleveland. Actually...I'm doing that anyways($40, 8-hour trip? NOT BAD). I've met my brother, he has royal bad luck.
I did have the bad grace to point out to my mom that of the four of us, I'm the only one who has never been admitted to the hospital. Which means I'll be getting hit by a bus any day now. I just come and do the humorous distraction. With card games and YouTube videos. I've got hospital visiting down to a damn science.
Of all the fucking times to not be in Ohio and 700 fucking miles away. >:(
ETA: Mom just called with an update, he's got appendicitis.
ETA Again: Dad just called. His opening sentence was that Kevin's in ICU. >_< Good going there, but he's likely there because the recovery room isn't staffed. He had his appendix removed at 7:00pm EST. Most those types of surgery are done during the day. He's out of surgery and recovering, soon as he wakes up and is alive, mom and Alicia are gonna head home. Dad's restraining himself from the Johnny Walker at the moment in case Alicia's car takes a dump. This is how dad and I were when my mom was hospitalized. He and I are way too similar.
ETA 4/12: He was a cranky irritable bastard from hell today. So since my immediate family knows him, we figure he's doing okay and so far, he's all right to go home tomorrow. I told his best friend from HS to call him on Wednesday or Thursday. I actually haven't talked to him at all yet. He was too out of it on Sunday, and I was pretty much warned off even attempting it today.
