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Dec. 13th, 2015 03:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI was almost asleep when Scott’s alarm went off. It was still set for 2 a.m. because of last night. I haven’t been able to get back to sleep. There’s too much light in the house, and I’m too warm (but also not energetic enough to turn on the ceiling fan in the bedroom, so that one’s on me). I’m also afraid I’ll miss something.
And I might. Scott emailed again. He’s apparently deep enough into the hospital complex that calling and texting won’t work because there’s simply no signal. There’s wifi available, however, so he can email me. His second email didn’t actually give me much information. I think he was just desperate to send something, anything, so he sent a complaint about not having phone service.
The friend who drove Scott to the ER has gone home. She didn’t think there was anything further that she could do because the medical folks were doing a good job at keeping Scott out of pain and didn’t seem likely to reach any conclusions soon. Also, it was after midnight.
It finally occurred to me to take an Ativan around midnight. I started a headache not long after that, but it eased off almost immediately, so I’m wondering if the Ativan kicked it to the curb.
At any rate, I really, really need sleep. I’m groggy. But my phone only has 30% charge, and it won’t notify me of new emails anyway. I’m trying to figure out a way to charge it in the bedroom while still keeping it within reach. The one accessible outlet is at the foot of the bed, and my charging cord might not actually reach from the wall to the bed. The dratted thing is only a couple of feet long. There is an outlet near the head of the bed on my side, but I can’t reach it without moving the bed, and that’s not something I can do. There’s a powerstrip plugged into it that runs my lamp and alarm clock, but I can’t get at that because it’s wedged in between the bed and my night table in a very confined space. To get my hand to it, my arm would have to bend in some very interesting and unlikely ways.
I’ll figure something out. And I’ll turned the damned fan on so that overheating isn’t keeping me awake. Just worry over missing a message.
Scott just emailed again, and the only reason I saw it was because I’m at my laptop. He says the pain is worse, bad enough that the morphine isn’t handling it. I think that his phrasing means that he had a cat scan and that that made the pain worse, but he’s omitted words and punctuation, so it’s not clear.
Maybe I should call Scott’s sister to come stay with Cordelia so I can be with Scott. It would wreck her family plans for tomorrow, but he doesn’t sound like he’s doing at all well, and he is alone now. I could call![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cherydactyl. I don’t know what her weekend is looking like, but she, at least, doesn’t have small children to worry about. evalerie would want to help, but she really can’t. She’s a single parent, and her youngest is still small and still prone to getting up at night.
I’ve emailed Scott to see what he thinks. If he says do it, I will because I know him— He’d say no unless he was desperate. Which is why I’ll still think about it even if he says no.
Cordelia is a very responsible twelve year old, but I’m not ready to leave her here alone at this time of night. I’d consider it if it was just a matter of taking a cab there to get Scott and bring him home, but who knows how long this will take?
And I might. Scott emailed again. He’s apparently deep enough into the hospital complex that calling and texting won’t work because there’s simply no signal. There’s wifi available, however, so he can email me. His second email didn’t actually give me much information. I think he was just desperate to send something, anything, so he sent a complaint about not having phone service.
The friend who drove Scott to the ER has gone home. She didn’t think there was anything further that she could do because the medical folks were doing a good job at keeping Scott out of pain and didn’t seem likely to reach any conclusions soon. Also, it was after midnight.
It finally occurred to me to take an Ativan around midnight. I started a headache not long after that, but it eased off almost immediately, so I’m wondering if the Ativan kicked it to the curb.
At any rate, I really, really need sleep. I’m groggy. But my phone only has 30% charge, and it won’t notify me of new emails anyway. I’m trying to figure out a way to charge it in the bedroom while still keeping it within reach. The one accessible outlet is at the foot of the bed, and my charging cord might not actually reach from the wall to the bed. The dratted thing is only a couple of feet long. There is an outlet near the head of the bed on my side, but I can’t reach it without moving the bed, and that’s not something I can do. There’s a powerstrip plugged into it that runs my lamp and alarm clock, but I can’t get at that because it’s wedged in between the bed and my night table in a very confined space. To get my hand to it, my arm would have to bend in some very interesting and unlikely ways.
I’ll figure something out. And I’ll turned the damned fan on so that overheating isn’t keeping me awake. Just worry over missing a message.
Scott just emailed again, and the only reason I saw it was because I’m at my laptop. He says the pain is worse, bad enough that the morphine isn’t handling it. I think that his phrasing means that he had a cat scan and that that made the pain worse, but he’s omitted words and punctuation, so it’s not clear.
Maybe I should call Scott’s sister to come stay with Cordelia so I can be with Scott. It would wreck her family plans for tomorrow, but he doesn’t sound like he’s doing at all well, and he is alone now. I could call
cherydactyl. I don’t know what her weekend is looking like, but she, at least, doesn’t have small children to worry about. evalerie would want to help, but she really can’t. She’s a single parent, and her youngest is still small and still prone to getting up at night.I’ve emailed Scott to see what he thinks. If he says do it, I will because I know him— He’d say no unless he was desperate. Which is why I’ll still think about it even if he says no.
Cordelia is a very responsible twelve year old, but I’m not ready to leave her here alone at this time of night. I’d consider it if it was just a matter of taking a cab there to get Scott and bring him home, but who knows how long this will take?
