The night before my dad’s open heart surgery was one of the most worrying of my life. I normally regard myself as reasonably level-headed, and I think I handle stress pretty well. Put me in n office where there’s fourteen house sales all settling on the same day, or a theatre where all the lights have blown thirty minutes before curtain up, and I think I am fairly able to soak it all up.
Not when it comes to waiting for the results of a loved-one having a big operation though apparently. Because, I not only snapped at my Significant Other in a quite reprehensible way, I also threw up. I think it must have been that fight or flight thing your body is trained for – the body wants all its energy for the fight, not for digesting food.
I intend to give my dad a right good slapping for putting me through all this worry. Once he;s better of course. But it will be worth the wait.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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