Wound up at MIL's for, like, 5 minutes. S immediately started asking if he could go to his house, and neither MIL nor I could come up with a single reason why not. Kid sounded like he was at death's door when I talked to him at 10, when I showed up at new he started feeling a lot better, by the time we got home he was his usual self. Even ate a happy meal that we picked up on the way, after a mostly liquid diet for the past couple of days. Had a great afternoon, ignored all calls (including a couple from work). MIL's sister, the one that she was supposed to be going with to check out care facilities for her mom (also the one that FIL had an affair with) got in a car accident today and wound up in the same hospital as her mom. Samll world, but I wouldn't want to paint it. W called and said it would probably just be easiest to pick S up on her way home, I said no problem. Made sure the house was presentable, then played hide and seek with S for a while. W got here around 6, I had already let her know that I was going to try and see my partner at the hospital if I could (no mention of the work difficulties, of course). When she got here, she looked pretty wierded-out (best description I can come up with). Said she needed to use the restroom, but stood in the doorway with S for a full minute before coming inside. I smoothly (IMO) mentioned that I needed to get on the road and would probably be gone for a while, so she was welcome to hang out here with S for a while if she wanted to. She agreed, asked after my partner, I assured her that I wasn't worried about him. Got the heck outta dodge, went and bought a get well card (how do you buy a get well card for a man that has been shot half a dozen times, saved more lives than I've had underwear, and generally makes the harder parts of life seem like a walk in the park?), and headed over to the hospital. When I got there, I called the boss, talk a few things out with him, agreed to cover the account visit tomorrow and meet with him (boss) on Monday. You gotta know the guy, and he will never admit to being wrong, but the fact that he's willing to talk at all shows me that I probably made the right move today. Only time will tell, but he seems to respect people more when the refuse to take his crap. Got in to see my partner, he's not as well as I had hoped but a lot better than I had feared. Going under tomorrow morning, probably going to have some stents installed, but I know he'll pull through okay. Crazy ol' bassad is simply too tough to die. Left the hospital, managed not to cry (yet), went and got some dinner at my usual sushi shack, came home. Was prepared for just about anything, including W still being here, but not a lot of evidence to work from. S had a bunch more toys out than he did when I left, but that was the only obvious sign that they had stayed for long. Got the goodnight call soon after getting here, W was obviously trying to connect/draw me out/whatever. Played it as cool as I could, reminded her of the Jazz concert tomorrow (she tried to interrupt, I think to explain that she had other plans, but I just kind of rolled over her and left the reminder out there). Gave her the update on my partner, again as cool as I could, pretty abruptly ended the call (not harsh or anything, just told her goodnight). She sounded a little shaken by it, but that could just be my imagination. Realized I had forgotten to give her the usual request for her to give S a hug, a kiss, and tell him I love him, so I sent her a quick text message to that effect. Virtually instantly she responded with a "will do", which really bugs me because her speed tells me how often she has been texting someone. Gotta let it go, but it is hard. Oh well.
Anyway, I'm sure I've missed a lot, but that's the bare bones of my day. I'm whipped.
P.S. I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, just like my granfather. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
