housepital

When my brother was very little, this is how he pronounced "hospital" (which we would have been talking about because it's where babies come from, dontchaknow). (Mind you, this is the brother who is now the father of somebody who, though he is not yet three, can write all the letters and numbers and read them in various combinations, though I hesitate to say he can read and write - still. Not even three!)

So. I am at the housepital where my mom is getting hysterected. She's been back in the OR a little more than half an hour, so there's a couple more hours of waiting left in my day - then I might go to the movies this evening. (They're keeping her overnight since she had an afternoon surgery time.) Tomorrow I will bring her home, and her um-friend has asked how soon he can come and visit but they are willing to wait the visit until I've gone if that makes me more comfortable. ... Which it does, but it's not like the first time (or probably the first few times) I meet him is going to be anything but uncomfortable no matter when it is, so I said what the hell, come on over tomorrow. He's going to want to bring dinner. If you feel a great disturbance in the Force, you'll know it's me having the mother grown daughter of all meltdowns.