What a Day

I'm recovering from my illness and am pretty weak and tired to begin with. Went to work and was totally useless. My older brother Matt called with the news that the family thought my grandmother was dying. I told my resident, and god bless him, he saw how upset I was and told me to go home, even saying, "I'd be disappointed in you if you stayed." And he gave me a hug.

Went down to see my grandmother. She looks peaceful, and she's surrounded by family. It was an emotional but good time. In a way I feel worse for my mom, who's in London and can't come back till Sunday. I think she's taking this separation very hard.

In other news, I found out this evening that my brother Rog is going to be a patient on "House," which is such a great achievement. I'm excited for him and very proud.

So, it's been a rollercoaster of a day, very draining. Sorry if this post is sort of disjointed -- I still feel kind of sick and tired. I know I buried the real emotional stuff in a short paragraph in the middle of this post, but I can't go into it more than I did, at least now. Time for bed.