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[mrbigsteve]

Dammit, I don't fucking do well with hospitals. And this one is three hours away. (no, it's not me)

Fuck.

I wanna hit something.

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[mrbigsteve.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much for the support, folks.

To fill in a few more details on what mindset I was in when I wrote that:

Late yesterday afternoon, I received a message saying "A is in the hospital after undergoing invasive surgery. She'll be there for a couple of days and then will be recovering at Foo" This did not sound good to me. I found B online, since I knew A was her best friend, to see if she knew anything about what was going on. B had not spoken to A in six months or so; hence she promptly went into a panic (she's geographically further away from things than I am). I was stuck at the office, and as such couldn't call people to track them down myself, so I got to sit here tracking down names and numbers while B called the folks in question and got a lot of busy signals. Given my past experience with people in hospitals (one of my faculty was admitted to the local hospital last week after he started bleeding internally for no discernable reason), *I* then started to panic.

Eventually B got through to folks in the know. It was bad enough that A's mother had driven north, but A's father figure was still at home, so the situation was settled as "not good, but not terrifying". The diagnosis: they'd gone in to pull out something that wasn't supposed to be there. Said something was as big as a grapefruit. They then had to pull out something that was normally supposed to be there.

I can't say I was happy about the news in general, but I was relieved to know that A's recovery looked pretty good.