get well soon
Work at three a.m. on Tuesday. On my way to meet Kid A at the hospital.
I just realized that I’m afraid of deer. Rattling between suburbs and city in the black hours of the night, there’s a good chance you’ll see deer. Which is fine, unless they startle and rush into the road. Yes, I am probably displacing some worry onto the deer.
Kid A looks terrible. Blue milk skin and punched-out eyes, saggy hospital socks and white lips. I cracked a joke about Tammy Faye Baker’s eyeshadow and he didn’t laugh. While apologizing for my lameness I realized he was asleep. It’s hard to look at the wedding pictures and know that was his best day in a long time.
I’m pretty sure that he’ll get better soon. People ask how he is, and I say terrible. They startle and smooth my rudeness over, telling me that he’ll be fine. I’m sure he will, but damn. This is hard to watch.
Ah. I missed this. I hope he gets well very soon.
Poor Kid A — I hope he is feeling better soon. It’s hard to watch a family member be sick, even if it’s something that they will almost certainly recover from.
Oh, Julia…here’s wishing him a quick return to help and wishing you a lack of deer in the road.
Quick return to HEALTH. Gah.
Crap, crap, and more crap. Hugs to you both.