the return

Had a lovely quiet New Year's far away from anywhere. You can tell it was far away because getting back here took forever. :-P

Who has ~ahem~ Sherlock for me? :-D

new year's, dad, and so on

So, yes. The plan for New Year's was that we were going to Get Away, and we did. Nevertheless I periodically found myself checking my e-mail on my phone, until a point on Sunday morning when there were no updates and the Gentleman Caller said "so nothing's happening?" and I said no, and I shouldn't be surprised, because if something were happening, they'd call me. And I put the phone away and didn't look at my e-mail again - quite proud of myself for not even reaching for it.

This morning we were back in the room after breakfast packing out and my phone rang. I ran for my bag and my phone wasn't in the top layer, because I hadn't touched it in 24 hours, and it was ringing, and I was clawing for it, and I got it, and it was a recorded call from the car dealership in Annapolis hoping I'd schedule a comprehensive service.

Adrenaline is a real thing. The Gentleman Caller had to hold me and pat my head for a minute after that.

Dad is home at last, having (in my mother's words) passed the allowed-to-go-home tests for strength, pulse oxygen percentage, hemoglobin levels, &c with flying colors. One hopes he will now go at least two weeks without any hospital admissions or even any emergencies. The most recent two excitements do seem to be due to aftereffects of the radiation, and to indicate that the radiation has done its job, but still. Settling into a less dramatic pattern would be fantastic right about now. Universe, take note.