Saturday, 23 May 2009

Oops, sorry.

Didn't mean to be cryptic in my last post! I had an astonishingly, amazing evening on Thursday but before I got back to write it up I got a garbled phone message from Mrs. Red Squirrel saying that she was 'in hospital' with a 'fever' and that someone was going to 'operate on her legs'.

And that was all I heard, and I got no reply after that.

To say I was disconcerted would win the the 'Stiff Upper Lip - Reward for English Understatement in the Face of Extreme Fucking Circumstances' award.

I've finally got in contact today and she's very ill in hospital with an infected wound and will be there for several days - incidentally I find the bedside manner of 'had you not come to the hospital then you'd be 99% likely to be dead right now' to be less than desired.

It's a situation that the three and a half thousand miles distance kind of sucks balls. We're hoping this can change before the end of the year....


Roshni Mitra Chintalapati said...

sorry to hear about that...hope she's better now?

P said...

That's not good!!! (Also a bit of an understatement, I guess)

Sweet Cheeks said...

Little Squirrel!

I present you with a giant, gold stiff upper lip the shape of a squirrel of course.

Love to you and Super Girl!


Red Squirrel said...

Roshni - she's a bit better now thanks, but will still be in the hospital for at least a week.

Paula - it certainly wasn't good! Hopefully it's a lesson learnt about when to go to the doctors...

Sweet Cheeks - awwww, thanks!