Part 3 of a probably never-ending series….
As I was on my way to work this morning the princess called to tell me that he was at that moment undergoing an emergency appendectomy. Surgery was 9pm their time. The hospital told her to come at 11pm as that’s when he’d be out of recovery. The princess did not sound very impressed with *that* plan – but what are good sisters for if not to attend their stricken brothers in the middle of the night.
Now, 9pm their time is 7am my time, which is a little too early to hit the bottle – and besides that would be illegal on our transit system, but now that I’m home, have spoken to him and know he is okay, I’m going to make up for the stress I’ve felt all bloody day!