this morning #1728.
this morning, as i was getting dressed for work, i got a call from my mom. dad was in the hospital. he’d fallen. happened in the middle of the night. he got up to use the bathroom without turning on the light & tripped over his own feet. bruised up his hip. hit his head. they say he’s fine but they’re running a bunch of tests to assess the damage. she seemed shaken up but stable. told me not to worry but i could tell that she wasn’t 100% sure of her own words. i told her to keep me posted. call me for anything. said i’d stop by after work. spent the whole day convinced that i’d manifested this shit by calling off work yesterday with an “emergency.” this definitely qualifies as one. never should’ve put that word out in the universe.