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soc_puppetIn addition to staffing a convention this weekend, life decided it would be fun to throw me an extra curveball; I'll share more details later, but right now I want to say that I, personally, am effectively fine, just slightly more stressed than even a con weekend usually makes me.
Thanks for being here for me ♥
Edit: Oh, hey, I figured out how to phrase it!
(Content Warning: Medical)
I had to take my mom to the hospital this afternoon for Sudden Acute Health Stuff. I know what we thought it was last night and earlier today (after a separate visit for Sudden Acute Health Stuff), but not whether we still think it's that. Mom felt suuuuuper guilty for interrupting my attempt at an afternoon nap for me to drive her to the emergency room, so pretty much as soon as we were all sure I didn't need to be around to answer questions about yesterday's visit to the Quick Care Clinic, she and Dad (who arrived shortly after we did) shooed me off home.
That was a couple of hours ago, and I haven't heard anything from them since. On top of that, Dad has steadfastly been refusing to get a cellphone (or even really learn how to use one of ours) for years now, and I forgot to ask him to call me when they knew more. So I'm a teensy bit stressed right now, as you can probably imagine, especially since I totally lucked out on the parental lottery and got a really good set (Mom especially).
(Here is some extra space for anyone who just wants to read/leave comments. There's nothing graphic or specific above, but there is some general anxiety stuff, partly about there being nothing specific. Anyway, hugs are welcome.)
Thanks for being here for me ♥
Edit: Oh, hey, I figured out how to phrase it!
(Content Warning: Medical)
I had to take my mom to the hospital this afternoon for Sudden Acute Health Stuff. I know what we thought it was last night and earlier today (after a separate visit for Sudden Acute Health Stuff), but not whether we still think it's that. Mom felt suuuuuper guilty for interrupting my attempt at an afternoon nap for me to drive her to the emergency room, so pretty much as soon as we were all sure I didn't need to be around to answer questions about yesterday's visit to the Quick Care Clinic, she and Dad (who arrived shortly after we did) shooed me off home.
That was a couple of hours ago, and I haven't heard anything from them since. On top of that, Dad has steadfastly been refusing to get a cellphone (or even really learn how to use one of ours) for years now, and I forgot to ask him to call me when they knew more. So I'm a teensy bit stressed right now, as you can probably imagine, especially since I totally lucked out on the parental lottery and got a really good set (Mom especially).
(Here is some extra space for anyone who just wants to read/leave comments. There's nothing graphic or specific above, but there is some general anxiety stuff, partly about there being nothing specific. Anyway, hugs are welcome.)
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Date: 2019-07-11 01:51 am (UTC)