It doesn't rain, it pours!

I am tired. Oh so tired. It is more than that though, I feel fragile emotionally. I am not one to like admitting to weakness, but I can admit to this. Shattered is a good way to describe it.

It started last Thursday when I got a call at work from my sister asking me to get the afternoon off work and take dad to the hospital. This was the beginning of the week I have been living. After numerous hours in emergency they agreed to admit him so I was finally on my way home. The parking fee was disgusting (don't even get me started on that), but I was too tired and hungry to care.
The next few days have been like walking a tightrope between work, home and the hospital. Emails, SMS' s and phone calls between my mum, dad, sister and me have been at an all time high. Today marked day 7 of dad's hospital stay with no end in sight. The last 2 days I haven't made it to the hospital I have just been too tired.

Tonight I am sitting at my sister's house while her kids sleep and she goes to Netball. Easy really but I am tired and can't wait to get home to sleep, or at least try to sleep. It is one thing that hasn't come easily in the last few days. My mind won't stop running.  Part of me wants to chuck a sick day, but I won't. For some reason exhaustion doesn't seem like a good enough reason to have a day off work. I am not dead or dying. There are others worse off than me.

My brother had a scare earlier and we called an ambulance for him, but thankfully he didn't need to go to hospital. Instead he will see his gp tomorrow.

The positive to all this is that even with the stress, the constant worry and the lack of sleep, I haven't had a migraine. At least that is something (now so when my doctor was convinced that stress was causing them).

Now I wait. It had rained, poured for a little and now I am back to rain again. Let's see what tomorrow brings.