Quick Cat Update

Well, all of Anna's results are back, and analysis from the Vet School is "Well I dunno. Do you know?"

Her levels of things are back to around normal, or at least on the verge of normal. Current theory is freak interaction with the anaesthetic, and not sure how she recovered so quickly. Having been married to a vet for 12 years, I saw quite a bit of that sort of thing, so I'm prepared to buy it.

I just wish I was in Glasgow to hug my (mostly) healthy cat.

Well that's one source of stress lessened...

The Only Way Past It Is Through It

Today my dad get's admitted for his quadruple bypass operation. Tomorrow he should be in surgery, then 2 days in intensive care, then 2 days in enhanced care, then 3-5 days in a normal ward. 
I spoke to him yesterday, and he was just off the golf course. He's a bit frightened, but he's determined to go through with the op, and looks forward to life when he recovers. 

I'm shitting myself. 

I've been helped, a lot, by widgetfox describing this as a routine operation. A major operation, to be sure, but also one that gets done day in, day out, with overwhelmingly positive outcomes. My Dad has never been a smoker, he's fit for his age (for any age) and the surgical team are amongst the most experienced in the world (yay for Scotland's monstrous heart condition rates). Worrying about things will not make them come out any better. 

But I'm 3,000 miles away, and I'm worried. 

So the next few days are not going to be amongst my best. All good thoughts welcomed, and I'll keep you up to date on what happens. I'll try and wait, and think good thoughts myself, and not count every hour between now and the weekend. I will, though. 

Making It Work

So, I was considering a whine of epic length about the tribulations of being paid fantastically well to sit in a luxury apartment while the sun shines and read interesting books. But you've all seen Lost In Translation, right? Right? (Or as Bill calls it "Beautiful Rich People Whine In Luxury Hotels"). 

Instead I got some of my shit together, made a couple of minor but significant advances at work, and devised a plan for the evening which actually worked. I meditated, I exercised for 30 minutes, I swam a few lengths, sat in the hot tub for a while, tidied up the flat, and made a reasonably nice dinner from scratch (stir fried pork and noodles with pepper and mushrooms. I had to improvise here and there, but it was perfectly edible).

I also discovered that Radio Scotland has a pretty good through the night show, which if you time shift it five hours gave me something to listen to from 7 o'clock onwards. I even got my email read out and my request played (Dignity, by Deacon Blue). 

The stuff that was bothering me this morning is still bothering me tonight, but I didn't spend all evening worrying about it. And now I'm off to bed to read this which I'm enjoying. With reservations (hell, I brought myself up on Hume, Hobbes and Adam Smith - there's nothing here to surprise me). 

Tomorrow I might finally get to spend some time on the client site. That has its upside in that I'll be busier during the day, and its downside in that I'll be even more out of contact with the U.K. And you know what? I'll deal with that. 

Night, all.