Friday, Disaster

Remember Beloved's crook tum? Turns out she's been throwing up what looks like blood for three days.

FUN.

We tried calling 13SICK, no medics available. Tried booking at the local quack - two appointments immediately, and the plague protocols meant we'd have to ring in. By which time the two remaining appointments would be GONE.

...hi ho hi ho, off to the hospital we had to go...

The hospital is currently under rennos. So first we had to locate the dang carpark. Then we had to locate the dang door. Beloved had to sit and stop to breathe every ten minutes, it felt like.

I had to get her a trundle chair, poor darling.

Post check-in, they won't let me stay with her because firkin PLAGUE. Thanks, Knomiras...

She's in the hospital all alone and I'm worried about her. I can't even visit. I'm glued to my phone and on tenterhooks for the rest of the day.

I'll do my stream and story soon. Powers know what else I'm going to do to whittle away the time before I get any news.