Here's one of my favourites from the hospital:
Pregnant? Running away from home? Go this way!
It's interesting the way that since Mum's been in hospital, my life has broken down into a series of small vignettes - dog walking is one, a habitual thing that has become a big important part of my day. This morning, watching the dogs play in the sun, thinking how much enjoyment there is to be had from watching the enjoyment of others. Thinking about how much Mum enjoys this kind of thing. Visiting the hospital, visiting friends, clothes swapping (incidentally, pombagira made out like a bandit at this one, and it's worth a trip to Karori to see her in her new dress *nod*).
Everything is coloured by Mum's illness. It's weird. I expected my life to get a bit strange when she went into hospital, but I had no idea that it would make everything brighter and sharper, and clearer. Things are so much more at the moment, and the blank bits between snapshots of life are fading into insignificance. I don't really understand why this is, but it's a positive thing, I think, in the middle of something that could be very negative.
Mum is doing ok. On Friday night the epidural fell out. This meant that yesterday she started to feel pain, and they put her on a self-administering morphine drip. The morphine controls the pain while not removing it, but it also makes her nauseous. She was pretty low when we went to see her, drifting in and out of 'sleep', not happy and embarrassed to be seen in such a state. It's the first time I've been struck with the shock that everyone says you get when someone you love is in hospital. It was a huge rush of empathy more than anything, the understanding of what it must be like for her, and the fruitless wishing that I could somehow carry the pain for her.
I was having trouble holding back tears most of the time I was there, and was thankful when she finally drifted off enough that she was comfortable, and I could go.
Mum being Mum, she texted me several hours later to let me know that she was feeling better. Today she was out of bed for a while, and sitting up when we got there, a lot happier, obviously in less pain, and they now have an injection to control the nausea. She's even been allowed to eat a little. She was feeling well enough to show us her scar, which would rival fuvenusrs' one, and is held together with actual staples. Yep, my Mum is the envy of rivetheads everywhere right now.
And she's feeling better. This is excellent news. All going well, we're hoping she can go home this week.
On the APEC Sydney wall thing, I saw an interview with one of the would-be protestors yesterday, and the guy was saying "The only people I've heard mention violence in relation to the APEC conference are the police." Telling, I thought.
Also, while I think on - anyone on here an electrician or know enough about electricity to stop my friend Gadgit from electrocuting himself? He's building a Tesla coil, and has got to the point where it's doing what it's supposed to - but he's scared of it and doesn't want to do any more work without advice from someone who really knows their stuff. Anyone?