Getting a hoodie for 14,25$ instead of 50$ is a good deal. Especially from the Bay.

Was talking with my brother in BC and he'd asked me if I had any of our other half-siblings' numbers. Numerous searches on the internets have turned up nothing. Really is stupid. It really is. I'm about 4hrs from my brother in BC, 5 from my brother in Texas (via plane) and 2hrs (via bus) from a sister whom I could've met as soon as I was a year old. I'm still furious at the fact that missed out on growing up with a sister especially when said sister lived on the same island as me and at one point, the same area of said island. (NDG is big, but it's not difficult to get around :/) Anyways, let's just say we're going to have to find 7 people who could be anywhere in the world at this time. Meh, if we can find the Doctor of the family he'll be able to understand whatever procedure occurs. Real worries right now are that a) Won't be able to find most of them and b) Many of them probably want nothing to do with dad. and c) Due to things I still don't know about, (with one thing I wish I hadn't learned about) there are perhaps many reasons why some of them would not want to come or care.

Reading this Intensive Care: A Support Guide for Families is informative yet slightly unrealistic at the same time. There's parts that are like those support guides that sound a bit "bouncy" and parts that don't and are serious without sounding grim. I'm a little surprised and disturbed at my blissful ignorance at what is going on. If I could classify it as "blissful ignorance" that is. Maybe more like ignorance. It's like I'm going along with my daily routines and forgetting that what's happened to dad is even going on. It's a little scary actually. Possibly because I can't or don't feel like talking about it since all I've said is a bunch of "Meh"s and "Aghbleh"s Not very deep but fairly self-explanatory. Damn the 2hr difference or I'd phone someone right now. :/

Anyway, on page 12, you're greeted with this picture of a 'patient' (more or less a sketch) with various tubes and such sticking out of him out of various places that are all named. It's all a bit gross.

Hmm. Well, the Intensive Care book did say that as a member of the family of the patient I should get some sleep as "Sleep is very important for good health..." Hm. True. Seems I'm failing at that bit right now it seems--whoops.

And dad is starting to be responsive again and such but I'm not all "whoop whoop" about it. Fairly skeptical is what.

Also, it seems that I have succumb to the classic "days are like a blur" feeling. I had no idea today was Saturday and I'm having extreme difficultly placing all the events (like phonecalls and such) in a proper timeline. I think one thing happen a day earlier when it had happened mere hours ago. Haven't felt like this since mum was sick.

Crazy stuff. Hey look, it's almost three. I should go.

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