Enjoyed that, but like all of Ali Smith's works the allusions and clever structure go over my head. Neither here nor there though because for the past few days it's been all about Libby. On Friday evening (today is Wednesday) she started complaining about a tummy ache. We thought it was probably just constipation so we didn't think too much of it and gave her some painkillers. On Saturday it was getting worse and she was obviously in a lot of pain, and we should have learnt our lesson from when she broke her arm - if Libby says she is in pain, she is in pain. By Saturday evening we were thinking we should take her for medical advise, but A&E on a Saturday night is not pretty so we left it to Sunday am. Helen took her to the walk in centre in Woking when it opened at 8 and by then she was in real pain and got referred to St Peter's. they pumped her full of morphine and started testing thinkin it was some form of infection. It turned out to be appendicitis, the poor lamb, and a really bad infection. they finally were able to operate at 1 in the morning. I went to see her on Monday and broke down completely. the emotions hit me and I started sobbing uncontrollably when I saw her lying asleep in the hospital bed. MY wails were so bad I woke her up and she just said 'Don't cry Daddy, I'm ok', which just set me off even more. Helen has been a wondermum and stayed with her throughout, not leaving the bedside. Libby seems to be recovering well though and the infection is reducing - hopefully she can come home today.
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