Yesterday, hubby had his first fever in a long time.
Last night, he started bleeding :(
In the hospital now. No call to tell me he's been transfered to a ward. That's a little unusual. maybe they were just too busy. But he has his mobile and can call.

Took hubby his TPN bag (they are letting him have IV fluids) ( everything looks pretty goodCollapse )
On the way out, I snapped some pictures of whitechapel street. They are all taken from the front steps of the Royal London Hospital. Since I'm using LJ gallary to store the pics, they have come out with all life sucked from them. eh.

( piccies!Collapse )

( start rambling stream of conscienceCollapse )

/rambling stream of conscince.

No need to reply -- LOL, my LJ is going to be filled with this crap for days. You'll get heartly sick of hearing from me and start skipping over the posts. I'll do cuts from now on, so you can scroll faster...in fact, I'll cut this one.

Hubby is on his way to the hospital. 4 bleeds in 6 hours. ( cut for the weak stomached, just skip this partCollapse )

so, off to the hospital he goes. I'm worried because it's so close to the last episode. He thinks its really a continuation of it. Which means, either the clip slipped in the bowel, or it's ruptured again. (for new people: hubby has short bowel, is on TPN, and where the tiny bit of small and large intestine is connection some times abseces, ruptures and bleeds. Nature of the beast).

So....um.

Anyway. My brain has shut down. Just total overload. I can bearly think coherantly, and my typing LOL, you think the spelling is bad now? you should see how long it took me, and how many times I've hit the back space.

I'm going to eat some confort food (potoate soup, with leeks and cheese) and...zone.