the takeover.

06/08/2009

I'm so exhausted, physically and emotionally. I can't believe the long work shifts start all over tomorrow again, I feel more tired after having the time off! C'est typique.

Well, Rich is physically ok - 30 something stitches, all bandaged up, in a lot of pain and feeling like an idiot, but ok - alive - and apparently quite lucky that he hasn't paralysed his fingers or anything - although he can't grip very well at the moment... siiigh.

Well, the psychiatrict nurse has talked to him and that, of course I don't know what was said or anything, and she can't force him into any sort of therapy or whatever, but we'll see what happens - they're referring him to a counsellor, but whether or not he'll accept.. just have to wait and see.

I went over yesterday morning when he was getting released, they said they didn't want him leaving on his own, that he really shouldn't be alone and that, but the nurse from psych who'd talked to me on Sat said she thought it was too much to put on me, as a non-family member, and she was going to try and get his permission to contact someone else to get him - and he let them call his parents. Thank god - he's staying there for a few days/weeks/whatever.

I talked to his mum a bit, tried to explain what's been happening and just felt guilty for not telling her sooner. She's known me for a decade or something, though - gave me a hug and asked why I was just suffering in silence - me suffering?! Everyone just seems to bring it back to me - but I suppose I've been putting myself second for a long time. "Don't worry, we'll take over from here - go and get some rest - you've done plenty, love, more than plenty."

I said goodbye to him and received a weak, one-armed hug, a kiss on the cheek and a whispered 'thank you.'