Hospitals and dragons...

yeah right...

Groundel still at the hospital. His attitude is not so bad, and the doctors say that his condition is improving… No infection in the rest of his foot, and the bone is healing, amen. They cut more than what I expected, the heavy bandages that were used at first gave the impression that they only cut the finger’s base… Now that the bandages are light one can see it is actually half the foot… I have seen many things at work, day by day I see cases like that… I may not work directly with handicapped people, but I provide assistance to the counselors’ information systems, and somehow I have the information and knowledge about such things… Yet, watching this happen to one of my best friends have been really tough. Especially since I know that no one listened to me when I warned them… As usual… So, another week at the hospital… Better to be safe than sorry. I hope that lessons have been learned and that Groundel will take the reins of his life, for once… He can do many things if only he believed in himself…

I took Vangie to the airport on Saturday early in the morning, before dawn. Saturday was a bit of a useless day, and I guess that personal stress is manifesting in complete lack of patience… Whatever… Sunday was filled with work: kitties litterboxes changed and laundry, mass and then the course meeting, and then taking some food to Groundel… Days need more hours… I need more rest… But seems sleep is a luxury that only the rich and famous can take…

Me… feeling beyond tired, beyond many things… A bit disappointed at some people, a bit hopeful about some situations, and completely grateful about my better half… He has been my strength in all these trying days… and my deepest inspiration to go on.

Back to work… Can’t wait for next week… I really don’t feel like being here in my office at all…

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