Sorry the job isn't going to work out, Cashmere.

Sorry about the job thing, Cash.

So, I realized that I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. I'm hungry, but I'm not sure I can keep food down.

Sean -- first, let me say I'm sending good-health vibes to S. Lots of them.

Second, you need to eat (which you know), b/c it'll make you feel better and you'll be in better shape to take care of S. If you think you can't keep food down, try plain toast, or crackers, or a baked potato without anything on it -- something bland and unembellished and generally white/beige in color.

No vindaloo or habaneros, though.

think simple eggs, rice,toast. if nothign else warm chicken broth or beef broth. I am guessing if you get something down, your body will welcome it. Not a good idea for you not to eat. It would be bad for S if you got sick.

Thanks, everyone. I think I just built it up in my mind. I'm consoling myself with a Klondike bar and the fact that what I'll get paid for what I've already done will pay for over a third of the new laptop.

Now I need to call and make an appointment for a estimate on fixing the van.

{{Sean}} Thanks. I hope S is going to be ok. ICU is scary. I'm worried about you both.

ICU is scary.

It is, BUT: that's absolutely the best place for her to be when she's this sick. Which I'm sure Sean knows intellectually, but the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach probably isn't accepting logic right now.

But really, it's better she be in the ICU, where the staff is top-notch and can give her exactly the care and constant monitoring that she needs, versus being at home, or waiting for hours in an ER, etc.

I know you know all that, Sean, but as someone who's dealt with many many parental hospitalizations, I know how easy it is to listen to the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach instead of reminding yourself the logical stuff.

So let me be Captain Logic, and remind the pit of your stomach to ease up on you a bit.

And, Sean, I'm so sorry about what's happening with S. I hope everything is resolved as quickly as possible. In the meantime, try to take care of yourself so you can continue to take care of her.

In news of me, my new roommate moved in this weekend and he's a boy! Eee! It's been a while since I've lived with one. So far, I haven't really seen him at all. but he seems to be nice and considerate. And it should really help me get my financial sitch in order.

Cash, so sorry to hear jobguy didn't come through. Bill him out the wazoo!

Sean, go eat. Your body needs it; you've probably forced it into a low sugar situation and you need carbs, stat.

One thing I'll say for the hospital Hubby ends up in--aside from their lack of a program for Frequent Hospitalization Points--is that they've never quibbled about my lurking in a corner of whatever intense care room he ends up in. They never let me lurk when they were doing treatments, but so long as I wasn't in the way they let me stay. Though I tend to freak out the ER staff with my vulturish stare as they make my Hubby yell with pain.

It is so hard when someone you love is in the hospital. Leaving Scott at the hospital was like leaving my limbs, but worse. I was driving home to get him some stuff, and crying, because I wished I had someone with me. I stopped to think who I wanted with me, because my friends and family are really good about stuff like that, and realized the problem was, I needed Scott with me.

This is a long way of saying Captain Logic is right, both in telling the pit of your stomach to ease up, and about the eating something bland.