hiatus

Dad came out of the High Dependency Unit yesterday afternoon YAY but looked, oddly, the worst he's ever looked. This morning he was still the same, and we found ourselves worrying again like we did on Saturday. I'm no doctor but you don't need a degree in science rockets to see there's something not quite right.

Sitting there watching the hero of my world barely able to respond or open his eyes is definitely one of the life experiences I want to forget. Come on Dad. You can do this.