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speaking of not leaving, we haven't, and we aren't. my mom's estimate of monday, aka today, was based on the idea that the insurance company would do their jobs in a timely fashion merely because they're paying for the time. they didn't, and the vacant icu bed at the rehab hospital has been filled. now we're waiting for one to open. my mom cried on the phone to the insurance rep. i could tell she thought she was being tough. she was saying things like, 'i'm probably being unfair here, but it seemed to me the delay was because the insurance company referred me to a hospital i had already decided against' and 'it would really make me feel good, sob, to know the paperwork was done.' yeah, right. i'd be unrelievedly angry, but i hurt too much right now, in the abdominal area. i almost forgot to mention that a visitor dropped in at lunch for dad, a geologist from the area i'd never met, but i extremely disliked her, so i spent an hour petting the back of daddy's hand (the swelling's gone down and it's all wrinkly) and staring at the bed rail and my shoes.

what one girl fears in the night

i forgot to watch star trek (tng only, alas, but still, it's something to do/look forward to). dammit.

in other news, i've been reading to my dad from a resnick/greenberg anthology called sherlock holmes in orbit which is frankly mediocre at best. it's often worse than mediocre. the quality of these stories--fanfiction by the pros!--is extremely low. proving once again that it's harder to write good fanfiction than to write good original fiction. although naturally it's harder with a literary genre and no doubt the holmes stories are a little harder than some to pin down. speaking of, somehow before i missed this archive of holmes/watson slash. awww. <3