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Another Dad Update

I just spoke with Mum and Dad's doing fine.

He's still in Intensive Care, but they don't seem to be worried at all.

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missingkeys
Nov. 2nd, 2009 10:39 am (UTC)
*hugs* I'm so glad. That's really fantastic. :)

I hope he's in the general ward and complaining about hospital food soon!
aeduna
Nov. 2nd, 2009 10:51 am (UTC)
Nifty - observation is good, as is a relaxed attitude from medical staff. (well, some relaxed. You know what i mean)
vaingloriesque
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:10 am (UTC)
I'm so glad to hear it. *hugs*
caeoimhin
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:41 am (UTC)
hugs.
merinnan
Nov. 2nd, 2009 12:26 pm (UTC)
Just gone through and found your original post on it. That must have been awful wondering what was going on, especially being on the other side of the country. I'm really glad to hear that your Dad's doing okay and that they're not worried about him.
lokicarbis
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:56 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear it.
towkarn
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:19 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Seems like everyone has to deal with hospitals and sickness at the moment
paxford
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
Hugs
Good to hear that he's doing better - sending lots of hugs your way
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