Day 260: The waiting...

Looking ahead

Day 260 (23 August) Friday. Hospital today. I've offered to take my friend to the hospital along with her mum, and stay as long or as little as necessary. We've planned for the day. 

So it is up early, admission is around 7.00am. I've packed a few work things to do in case I end up spending the day there. Breakfast at 6.12am is the usual. We're off and into town to wait. Same hospital as another friend went to some years ago. I haven't been back there since then. 

My breakfasts are habit,
at 6.12am

Turns out, we are advised we can go home and await a call later in the day. That's what we do. I try to do some work during the day but surgeries are rarely distraction-free. There is the election campaign however...

At some point during the afternoon, I wander outside in the backyard...I have great plans to turn this backyard into a garden, proper, one day. The kookas have been around again and this one seemed quite tame. 

All's good, at 6.12pm

At 4.30 we get the call to go in and wait my friend's move from recovery to the ward. All seems to have gone well, one of those odd post-surgery moments where my friend is 'so' well, one wonders if the surgery hasn't happened yet. But it has and discharge is expected in the morning. At 6.12pm, the room was really just a mass of flowers, and what else might a photographer-type take than the nearest bouquet. It seemed like the best outcome. 

Day 259: We can just relocate the Navy...

Day 259 (22 Aug) Thursday. Nothing out of the ordinary really, a few catch up classes to make up for last Tuesday, talking International Security, one eye on the election campaign...oh, and friend goes into hospital tomorrow for a first go at surgery. Yes, it's a distraction. 

The light, again, at 6.12am

They say at times like this that it is best to keep to regular routines...they probably didn't quite mean keeping a daily blog about what you were doing at precisely two points in the day, but the habit has a kind of reassurance of sorts. 

The subtle changes in the light each morning continue to draw the photographer in me and so this morning at 6.12 the light is getting brighter. 

The Ruddster, on the trail,
at 6.12pm

By the evening, well, after class, catching up with the day's campaigning, apparently the prime minister is going to move the naval base from Sydney to Brisbane. Makes me recall when I was taken by a taxi driver to the naval base in Sydney, instead of Circular Quay...a new fellow to the job obviously, he assured me I could get the ferry to Manly from there. I reckoned with him I couldn't. 

There are creeping elements of chaos in the campaign...it looks like the Ruddster is back. This is going to be interesting. 

However, there is a drive home ahead, and a day in the waiting room tomorrow, awaiting.