I'm winding up a long and tiring day that started with a migraine and was filled with typical family holiday wildness by sitting in the ER with my neighbour, who called me in a panic after having another seizure and nearly falling down the stairs. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not really complaining, she's one of my best friends, and I'm glad she called me, especially since her young son was there with her, but... but ... I'm tired, you guys. I'm really tired. I was in bed, just about to turn out my light, when the phone rang. I'm here, I'm going to stay with her until they send her home or keep her, whichever way it goes. Her son is at my place, settled in with my boys, a cat, and a cozy blanket. I'm just... I'm no saint, guys. I'm worn out. I really wish I had been able to get one good night's sleep. My dad's coming for Christmas tomorrow morning, and my place is a mess, and Husband has to work tomorrow... I just hope we aren't here til 5am.
Update: Yup, it's 5:14am. Finally crawling into bed. At least she's ok, she's home, her boy is sleeping here...I've got to get a decent couch that she can sleep on on nights like these. I feel terrible leaving her alone, but we both need sleep. Cross your fingers for no more craziness for awhile!