He’s raising hell.

My father called a little while ago with an update on my brother. They removed the feeing tube and he’s awake and “raising hell” which likely means he’s really talkative and assuring people that he’s “fine”. My uncle says that he looks leaps and bounds better than when he came in. I hope that means that it’s not as severe as initially thought. My brother and I are what would be called “bad patients” — we don’t like being sick and we especially don’t like being unable to go about our normal routines. I hope he won’t be off his feet for long and that he won’t need any lengthy physical therapy, if he does, I pray that his PTs are very patient people. 🙂

I will be flying down to Atlanta and back this Saturday, my father’s working on getting me a flight out in the morning and probably one of the last flights back that night. So Brian and Felissa, I will be down that way, but I don’t have details on where he is. My father told me when he first called me, but I wasn’t really focusing then. I’ll get in touch with both of you, though I don’t know that I’ll be able to hang out or anything.

Honestly, I’m not very good with hospital visits. I’m fine with sitting and talking or watching the tube, usual stuff. But generally my family isn’t in a hospital unless it’s an older relative that’s pretty near gone. Plus I haven’t been back to Atlanta since… oh wow, ’91 or ’92 maybe? And I haven’t seen the family there in quite some time. Yes, I know I take Generation X/Black Sheep of the Family to the extreme, but that’s the way things are.

But he’s on the mend, so I’m sure by the time I see him, he’ll be shrugging the whole thing off as a minor incident. 😛