Hospital, day 5

 Ah the troubles of family.

When people react instead of responding, when long days and even longer nights take their toll, and tempers run shorter than a dynamite fuse.

This is my life lately.
It's what? Day four in the hospital? Or day five? I don't know, I've lost count.

My mother had a procedure done this afternoon to insert tubes into her kidneys, because the left one is blocked. She was in such pain when she got back from recovery, but at least now she's feeling better.

I don't like nights.
Nights are the worst. Everybody is tired, everyone gets cranky, incessant beeping noises of strange machines threaten to make my brain explode. . .

My mother is especially difficult at night. I honestly don't know why.
And I'm so tired (still didn't get a lick of homework done today) but on the bright side, he's going to be here tomorrow.

Yep. Him.

He's leaving after work at around six in the morning...or possibly before that if he can get off his shift earlier, and driving straight here to New York.

Neither of my parents know this.

I've covered my back though - I spoke to the landlord today and asked whether it would be alright for a friend to spend a few days with us, and he said he didn't mind at all.

So basically, it's kind of supposed to be a surprise for my mom and dad; they haven't seen him in a very long time... only since July, but still.

Okay I admit it.
I didn't say anything to them because I didn't want to give them a chance to say no, don't come.

So he's coming, and this should be good. Or great. I hope.

My dad took tomorrow off from work, so it actually works out perfectly because he said I can go home tomorrow, which means that I'll be there to meet him when he arrives in New York.

Hooray.

I'm sitting out in the hallway right now, getting some fresh air (as fresh as air inside of a hospital can be, anyway). There's a window here with a beautiful view of the city at night. I can't wait to show it to him when he arrives.

But I needed to get out of there. Tensions were running high, and I just. . .

I had to.

Then I feel bad because the nurses came and brought a more comfortable chair for me to be able to sleep in the room with my mom and dad, but I don't want to go back in there now.

I'm going to get up real early and go home and clean up a bit more, and fix my sheets and spread up my bed. I'm going to let him sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch when he comes. He's staying till Tuesday.

Then I'm going to do some freaking homework. Gosh.

Good night.