Stressing right the fuck out of my mind.
Mar. 3rd, 2006 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My 18 year old nephew with bad cerebal palsy and breathing difficulties went into the hospital today around six o'clock or so. His parents and his brother are down south on holiday, out of mobile contact, they DON'T KNOW he's in hospital. I'm fucking freaking out.
Mum went to the hospital to take care of him and she hasn't called since she left. I'm pissed off at her for that. She should have fucking called. I'm so worried about him.
I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to him. I mean, I know there's an increased risk of that happening considering his breathinig difficulties and inability to swallow properly. It's just, he's... he's such a special damned kid. And I don't mean that in some dicky patronising way.
He's stronger than I'll ever be. He smiles, even though he's never run, never been able to speak words, or properly communicate with people in any definitive way. He communicates through body language and sounds. If you know him well enough you can have a pretty good conversation. But it's not the same, is it? Mild amusement isn't the same as "I think John Howard is a cock-biter." He's one of the only things that kept me on the rails through my deepest depressions. He's my ray of sunlight. His smile is the brightest, sweetest, most fun-loving thing you've ever seen.
I just can't keep my head on straight right now. I haven't eaten since the afternoon and I'm absolutely not hungry. Just so nervous that I can't keep anything in or down. I'm waiting to hear from Helen, to find out what's going the fuck on. I'll let you all know.
Hopefully he's all right. Please God, please may he be all right.
Mum went to the hospital to take care of him and she hasn't called since she left. I'm pissed off at her for that. She should have fucking called. I'm so worried about him.
I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to him. I mean, I know there's an increased risk of that happening considering his breathinig difficulties and inability to swallow properly. It's just, he's... he's such a special damned kid. And I don't mean that in some dicky patronising way.
He's stronger than I'll ever be. He smiles, even though he's never run, never been able to speak words, or properly communicate with people in any definitive way. He communicates through body language and sounds. If you know him well enough you can have a pretty good conversation. But it's not the same, is it? Mild amusement isn't the same as "I think John Howard is a cock-biter." He's one of the only things that kept me on the rails through my deepest depressions. He's my ray of sunlight. His smile is the brightest, sweetest, most fun-loving thing you've ever seen.
I just can't keep my head on straight right now. I haven't eaten since the afternoon and I'm absolutely not hungry. Just so nervous that I can't keep anything in or down. I'm waiting to hear from Helen, to find out what's going the fuck on. I'll let you all know.
Hopefully he's all right. Please God, please may he be all right.
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Date: 2006-03-03 03:09 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-03-03 03:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-03 03:19 pm (UTC)It's almost certainly not malicious or meant to be hurtful in any way- it's just that people often aren't able to keep all the things they're meant to be doing in their head at once- and they remember the "important" things (the patient who needs X treatment) before they remember the other things.
*more hugs*
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Date: 2006-03-03 09:44 pm (UTC)Hope he gets better soon <33 :)
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Date: 2006-03-03 11:55 pm (UTC)