Into The Grogginess

Today has been one of early starts, grumpy people and groggy people as the day had arrived of Father Mitten's absence for a while.

He needs a desperate spine/hip operation, (not really certain where), but seeing as he has spent most of the past few years in complete pain, not being able to walk properly and not being able to get up from the simplest of chairs, he needed this op.

We woke up very, very early this morning, (5am to be precise), to drive to the hospital in Middlesex. I was given the duty of chauffeur and my Dad was the back-seat driver. I hate them... Still, it was only an hour's drive and we were there by 6.30, just as the Sun was coming up. We saw him in inside and drove home again, where I practically collapsed on my bed. The lack of sleep in the past few days have really taken it's toll.

The place was exceptionally cold and dingy and it didn't really feel like a National Ortheopeadic Hopsital, (apologies for probable spelling mistakes), but none the less we left him in the hands of the docs and went on our way. I've just woken up from my, "few hours nap", that sort of turned into a full blown sleep session to a phone call from an incredibly groggy Father, drugged up to the nose on morphine, still in a lot of pain despite the operation being completed, and for some reason I feel his grogginess.. It's like a Father and Son telepathy! It's incredibly strange.

Maybe it's because I've just woken up from one of the strangest and most vivid dreams I've had in a long while. I dreamt I was on Mock The Week, (don't laugh), where I was very funny and got a lot of laughs! Someone told me it was definitely a dream then, seeing as I was "funny", which was a comment I kind of walked in to!

Not a lot else to update you on I'm afraid. I did have a few ideas I was going to put in here, but I have literally forgotten them! Maybe it's the grogginess..

Ciao x