So yesterday turned out to be a false alarm. Of course, the hospital had to take all bleeding night to determine that (my mom and brother were there from around 2 PM to after 5 AM), but my brother eventually tested negative (after they poked him in the spine twenty times) and is now home resting, as is my poor mother. I had prepared myself to drive nine hours today to go help my family, but I’m just as happy that it’s not necessary (although I wouldn’t mind seeing them, any other circumstances would be better).
I tend to worry much more than is normal. I can handle things in a crisis when I am able to do things, but it’s very difficult for me to just sit and wait and not have anything constructive to do. I ended up doing two sinks of dishes (one at 2:30 AM, when I realized if I was going to drive nine hours to NC I would rather not leave a sinkful of dirty dishes soaking for however long I would be there) and made a pumpkin cheesecake pudding pie (very delicious) and also ate ice cream and played video games and fretted.
Anyway, all’s well that ends well, and many thanks to my friends who lent me their ears and good thoughts yesterday. ❤