Being Somewhere Else

There's something empowering about being able to drop everything at a moment's notice and be somewhere else.

On Sunday, I had a call from Mum saying Dad had been hospitalised for severe abdominal pain. It took half an hour to shower, pack, make a few phone calls, and be on the road.

I should like to register my official thanks to work for being so damn accommodating and understanding. Marvellous people.

So I'm with Mum, and will be for another day or two, which is why it'll be quiet on here. Dad's had surgery, which went well, and is feeling a lot better. Now we wait to get the complete round of tests back (although his blood work, blood pressure etc etc was completely normal - he's an incredibly fit and healthy guy!)

Of course, Dad being Dad, when we visited yesterday, we were warned that he'd be very dozy and not very talkative.

We were hailed by his yelling after us (they'd moved his bed), and he proceeded to tell us everything they'd done, share jokes and silliness with us, and generally be on top form. About an hour and a half after coming out of the anaesthetic.

Super Dad, or what?

But because all super horoes have their 'voolnerable spots' (reference, please?) prayers and good wishes are very welcome.