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Jul. 21st, 2007 01:28 amToday has been... well, really rather terrific. My grandmother went back into the hospital yesterday because the infection was back and they had to remove her old pacemaker, give her an external one, and continue fighting the Scary Rare Bacterial Infection of Doom with antibiotics. I had to go to work where there is no cell phone reception and I had no idea how the surgery was going, but somehow managed to get all the random and fun jobs as well as managing to leave a little early.
Good news arrived in a text message from mom: Grandma's absolutely fine and the doctors are very pleased with fer progress. The whole thing was treated as outpatient surgery and lasted all of an hour; she was back in her old hospital room by noon. To which I say: WHOO CHA!
To celebrate I treated myself to an orange mocha frappuccino at the Barnes and Noble/Starbucks next door...where at five-thirty there was already a short line of people (mostly my age) loitering in the comfy chairs and waiting for Deathly Hallows. (One of them was in costume - Hogwarts robes with a neon green wig for some reason.) They were talking about their mental image of Ginny Weasley when I walked past, and I shared a sort of "hail fandom" smile with the girl at the back of the line.
From there I ran as fast as my little feet could carry me to dad's birthday party, which I would have missed if not for the whole leaving work early thing. Fun was had by all for a change, and despite not talking for about two weeks dad and I are still on good terms.
So. HP should arrive on my doorstep tomorrow morning, I'm meeting the girls (and nathan - an honorary girl if ever there was one) tomorrow night for a card party of awesomeness and Mallory's birthday party, grandma's getting better, and Dad and I are getting along.
YAY!
Good news arrived in a text message from mom: Grandma's absolutely fine and the doctors are very pleased with fer progress. The whole thing was treated as outpatient surgery and lasted all of an hour; she was back in her old hospital room by noon. To which I say: WHOO CHA!
To celebrate I treated myself to an orange mocha frappuccino at the Barnes and Noble/Starbucks next door...where at five-thirty there was already a short line of people (mostly my age) loitering in the comfy chairs and waiting for Deathly Hallows. (One of them was in costume - Hogwarts robes with a neon green wig for some reason.) They were talking about their mental image of Ginny Weasley when I walked past, and I shared a sort of "hail fandom" smile with the girl at the back of the line.
From there I ran as fast as my little feet could carry me to dad's birthday party, which I would have missed if not for the whole leaving work early thing. Fun was had by all for a change, and despite not talking for about two weeks dad and I are still on good terms.
So. HP should arrive on my doorstep tomorrow morning, I'm meeting the girls (and nathan - an honorary girl if ever there was one) tomorrow night for a card party of awesomeness and Mallory's birthday party, grandma's getting better, and Dad and I are getting along.
YAY!
