So of course we were too optimistic. S. tonight had to go back to hospital as, probably due to an infection, she quickly got worse again this afternoon. We don’t quite know what has caused it, but fortunately she has been doing better once she was in hospital. Incredibly pissed off: less than a week home is a new record…
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What I did today
Brought this to the garbage dump:
So I could put in this (from a certain Swedish flatpack furniture seller):
All to make sure S. is comfortable when she comes home tomorrow. Also, some cleaning and tidiying up; but not too much or she won’t recognise the place…
S. is coming home
So after more than a year of going in and out of hospital and her not having been home since early July last year, she’s finally well enough to try once again to leave the hospital. She’s already been home on trial for a day last Saturday and from Tuesday she’ll stay indefinately. It’s going surprisingly quick after such a long wait; we had expected to have a couple more trials first. Not that we’re complaining of course; it just means a lot more work for me getting the house back in order…
So you may get some lighter posting than you’re used to here. I don’t think anybody will begrudge me that…
Books read February
Though February is a short month, I still read much less than I should’ve. Only four books, three of which cost me a bit of trouble and one of which I would not have finished if it hadn’t been for my “Year of Reading Women” project.
Among Others — Jo Walton
A coming of age story a very many science fiction fans can recognise parts of, but with a certain kind of magic mixed in. A book that, if you recognise yourself in the protagonist, keeps you grinning for days after finishing it.
Bold as Love — Gwyneth Jones
In a near-future, dissolved England, rock ‘n roll revolutionaries take over real power in a country beset by ecological problems, internal strife and political unrest. Uneven, but much better than this quick summary makes it sound. This took me more time to read than I expected.
Sons of the Conquerors — Hugh Pope
Though located in the history section of the local library, this was more of a travelogue, though dense with history. Hugh Pope is a writer and journalist who has long lived in Turkey and been fascinated by the Turkish peoples, who comes across and oldfashioned Turcophile.
Swordspoint — Ellen Kushner
One of those books that’s published as fantasy and reads as fantasy, but could just as well be a straight historical romance: sword and sorcery without the sorcery. Nicely written but again a book I did longer over than I normally would’ve.
Every little thing…
I don’t know why it popped in my head sometime last year, when it went really bad for S. and we were seriously worrying about, you know, that which you do not want to prepare for. Suddenly it just was there … “Don’t you worry about a thing … Every little thing is gonna be alright”. I don’t even like or know much Bob Marley but that was stuck in my head for most of the rest of the year.
Back then it was cynical as much as comforting, but today I can actually start to believe in it, as S. will be coming home on Saturday as a trial, spending a day at home after having been in hospital for well over six months. She’s not quite home yet, but it’s going in the right direction: getting stronger, slightly less vulnerable to infection, better prepared. It can still go wrong, but we’re much more optimistic than we were even a month ago…
Also. We’ve been married for six months today.