And not overly surprised at that. My son was taken to the hospital early yesterday morning, before 6am, in extreme abdominal pain. No, not gall stones, not appendicitis, so any keyboard diagnosticians take a break. Spent almost the entire day with Alan in the ER and then hospital ward.
After being awake for over 20 hours, I come home and find some really rancorous comments from RWNJs that think they’re being witty because they look at the header of my weblog, and stupidly assume it’s referring to my mental health. No, it’s a bit of prose from a book about arguing with oneself and choices, and how close we come to making wrong decisions. Literacy is great, and when you see it fail, it can be either amusing or sad.
This time, it just pissed me off. I don’t mind disagreements, but when you take it to personal attacks, all your comments have lost any merit you thought they might have had.
Now pardon me, while I go back to waiting.
Oh, and in case you think I’m bullshitting/lying :
My son Alan, at Fiona Stanley Hospital, letting concerned friends know he’s ‘okay’, taken yesterday afternoon