Luckily there's a damn fine post about what's it like in a hospital ward with kids and other families over at Ramping It Up, so I don't have to write about it.
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So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
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- Penthe
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- A self of one's own
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- Live Grand Final Blogging
- The sound of slightly strained silence
- On being in hospital, from the horse's mouth
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3 comments:
Gee. Just wanted to say that I hope it all gets better soon.
This must be all a hell of a worry, not to mention the sheer hassle factor. I hope he's back home soon.
Hey Roger, we are all home safe and sound, sorry I didn't make it clear. Hence the roast beef and mousse to celebrate (the link seemed perfectly clear in my head, it just didn't make it out of my head - can you imagine the briefings I provide to my poor, long-suffering minister?).
My kid was nowhere near as ill as Morgaine was, I am just piggy backing Ramping It Up's vastly superior descriptive skills for what it's like on the ward with children.
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