So far this week...

My Stepdad has an artery so blocked (70%) that he could have a heart attack any day. He needs a stent fitted so the blood can flow properly but has developed a chest infection, if that doesn't clear up they won't operate. Every day I'm having to watch this man, who has always been strong and as tough as an old boot, struggle to do things he used to do with ease. He gets out of breath just walking into the kitchen and picking up the kettle.
Today I discovered that one of my dearest friends has been in a head on car crash. He crashed into the other car, bounced off it and smashed into a telegraph pole. There were 3 fire engines and they had to cut him out of the wreak. He says its amazing he's alive. It IS amazing he's alive, I'm so glad he's alive. Tomorrow they release him from hospital. I only found out today because I phone a friend, I would have found out sooner had I gone onto facebook, but my hearts not been in it lately.
My rat has holes in him. Two new abscesses, originally drained, reformed and caused a rather serious case of blood poisoning. So the vet drained them again, but cut them to leave them open so any foulness that builds up can just drain out. To be honest, he just seems worse than before. I hope this is the last of it because I don't think he could cope with another operation. I would be cruel to expect him to. But the selfish part of me doesn't want him to die. Mum says I can have a kitten when I'm fully moved into her home, but I'd rather have my rat. You may laugh but he's worth a thousand baskets of kittens to me. But I'm worrying too soon. Blood poisoning and an operation, would I expect a human to recover over night? He probably feels sore and sorry for himself, the fact that he's having some difficulty in moving his front paws doesn't seem to help, but he IS using them more than before the operation.
Every cloud has a silver lining, but right now I'm having to squint reeeeeeaaaaaaally hard to see it.