Anyway, an update on the state of the body Kempton, not because I necessarily expect you to be following it with an assiduity normally reserved for Strictly Come Dancing, but because you've all been so nice - which quite undoes me - and for the record, and because I know there are one or two people from that uncertain sphere called Real Life (as opposed to the rest of you, who are perhaps my computer generated Imaginary Friends, only you can't be because I don't think I could imagine such good ones) who are not necessarily regular readers have been good enough to come here for news, which is a thing I very much appreciate.
I've always feared blogging as a means of keeping in touch with family and friends might be construed as a rather narcisisstic, nonchalent, ignorant way to go about things, rather like round robin letters at Christmas. However, when things change quite quickly, or are rather tiring to recount, it can be helpful just to post news once rather than having to repeat it in phone calls and e-mails.
Tom's recovery seemed to stall rather for a few days, and the weekend was a bit tough, as the staff at the hospital were somewhat thin on the ground and non-committal. The surgeon came round last night (Sunday) though, and said his inside were still not working properly and he'd not be able to come out on Tuesday. Today they gave him something in his drip to quell the nausea he was feeling, and I washed his hair, and Iso (Princeling's mum) and The Quiet American looked in one after the other bearing Quality Street and the latest Economist magazine respectively, neither of which he is presently able to enjoy owing to poorly functioning digestion and concentration, but he'll enjoy the QS later and I read the Economist. I offered to sort out some music, (on HHB's suggestion, though I'd sort of thought of it), but he said he didn't think he'd be able to focus on that either.
These days seem to go slowly; yesterday seems a long time ago. However, things did start to move and he did pick up, the surgeon came again, and said while it was disappointing he hadn't recovered more quickly, it was a question of waiting, and nothing worse. When I left was humming something to himself, and just now on the phone he said he thought he had overcome a hurdle and the worst was over, and his voice sounded stronger and brighter.
So, just patience now really. The D10 is getting a little repetitive, but the constant changes of autumn are still interesting.
Here's a quick double exposure collage, as I've not done any pictures for a long time, and still you come. You really are so good. These multi-exposures seem to me to be able to create symbols and atmospheres and convey emotional affect in satisfying ways.