January 23rd, 07:23
I've been standing out here for an age now. No one will tell me what?s going on! They took Michael straight into the emergency part of the emergency room, and family aren't even allowed in there, so what chance do I have" Every time I see a doctor or a nurse, I ask, but they always tell me to be patient and they'll check. No one's told me anything. God, I hope he's okay. Please let him be okay. Please don't let him die.
January 23rd, 11:59
They've sedated him. Apparently the DTs are really violent, really difficult for even a healthy guy to cope with. The doc seemed really impressed that he's been clean for three days without it being more serious than this, though. I guess that's good, right' That has to be good. I mean, he's not dead. He's sleeping. That's what people say is the best thing, don't they' You have to sleep it off. Or walk it off, but, yanno, he could hardly even stand this morning. He was so angry with me ....But he's here. He's where he needs to be if he's going to get better. They're moving him to a ward in a few. They still won't let me see him, though.
January 23rd, 16:14
I made a promise. I promised him that I wouldn't leave him, and I won't. They'll have to arrest me and lock me up if they want to keep me away from Michael. He needs me, even if he doesn't know I'm here. I need him. I need him to get through this. I need to tell him I love him. I need him to believe me when I tell him. Why didn't I tell him before" Am I really such a monumental screw up that I can't even get falling in love right' It's supposed to be something that happens easily, for Chrissakes!
January 23rd, 20:41
'Taya came by. She brought me lunch, and dinner, and a bag of clothes. She didn't even need to be told that I'm not going anywhere. I don't know how she did it, but she pulled strings, and they're moving Michael to a private ward in about an hour. A ward where they won't mind me hovering around all the time. She even said they'll put a little camp bed in the room for me, so long as it's out of the way in case ....in case anything happens. And we talked. I can't believe I compared her to Tess. She's nothing like Tess. 'Taya's been there for me through everything; even when Tess turned her back on me and when Tony couldn't take it anymore, 'Taya put up with all the bull and stuck with me. I'm so lucky to have her.
January 24th, 02:30
I can't sleep. It's like every time I close my eyes, all I can hear is him breathing. I keep counting the seconds between each breath. I'm so scared there won't be another one. The nurses up here are kinda brusque, but I guess they need to be. There are other addicts on this level; I've heard the shouting. But they say that Michael should be past that when they let him come up for air. They're keeping him sedated for a couple of days, trying to give him a fighting chance, and then they'll put him on something that'll take the edge off the symptoms. I don't really understand, but I guess I don't need to. I just need him to be okay.
January 24th, 08:22
No change yet. Well, I mean, obviously they've changed his clothes and his bed sheets, and they let me help with his bed bath. Not sure I'm going to tell him when he wakes up that he got a hard on as soon as I touched him. It made me feel better, anyway, even if the nurses said it happens to all male patients. Maybe I'm being too hopeful, but I think he looks better this morning. Still pale, still sweaty, but maybe a bit more peaceful" He's on a couple of IV drips, some kind of fluid because he can't drink for himself like this, and some other thing that stops him from having an allergic reaction to the morphine they've got him on. He's still not stirring, but I guess that's normal. The doctor didn't seem worried.
January 24th, 10:46
Max brought Mama in. God, that was hard. I mean, I appreciate that Mad Max is actually making an effort - he sat with Michael for over an hour while me and Mama talked everything out. She's so disappointed in me, again, even though she tries not to show it. But I don't get how I've let her down this time. I'm trying to help someone, isn't that a good thing" But at least with Mama, I know that no matter how disappointed she is, she won't ever turn her back on me. She never has, and I don't think she ever will. She knows I need her too much. She did say there was no way in hell I'm moving in with her, though, but Max says that he's working on getting some of Michael's stuff brought over from Boston, so I guess we're still staying with them. It's definitely we. Max made a point of saying that Michael is welcome to stay. You know, I think I might actually be able to like Max this time around. He's grown up.
January 24th, 18:40
God, I'm bored. Don't get me wrong, there is nowhere else I wanna be right now, but ....sitting in a room with a guy who is going to be asleep for at least another day has got to be the most mind-numbingly boring thing I have ever done. There's only so much time I can spend talking to him without knowing if he's hearing me. I've read his book all the way through again. I never really noticed before - even before the screenplay and edits, Allie Noble is me. Really me, not the character I was playing when he wrote it. I cried for a long time when I worked that one out. He must have been watching me and wanting me for years, and the first chance he got, I stomped all over him. I'm such a selfish piece of sh*t.
January 25th, 00:17
He's having a nightmare. Really quiet. He's not moving much, but he's mumbling a bit, and he looks like he's in so much pain. It woke me up. I called for the nurses, but they're pretty sure it's just a nightmare and all I can do is wait for it to go away. All I can do is sit here, holding his hand, and tell him over and over again that I'm here. That he's not alone. That he's going to get through this. God ....please let him get through this. Please
January 25th, 07:12
Need coffee. No, scratch that. Need sleep. I got maybe half an hour of sleep last night. Michael was so restless, so unsettled. I couldn't get my head down for worrying about him. They called the doctor in at about 6 a.m., and he upped the morphine dose for a while. Michael settled then. I guess you can't fight the meds when they've got hold of you. God, I hope he sleeps peaceful for a couple of hours. My head feels like it's packed with wool.
January 25th, 12:01
His blood results from this morning's tests came back. The alcohol is gone from his system now entirely, they say, so it's just a matter of time. They're gonna keep him under a bit longer, wait and see what the doc says on the ward round tonight, but the nurses seem really hopeful. They think that maybe he'll be off the morphine by this time tomorrow, at the latest, and then he'll be free to come 'round in his own time. For the first time, I actually smiled. I really think he's gonna pull through.
January 25th, 19:34
Hospital food sucks balls. No package from home today - I think Max has actually gone to Earth, and 'Taya's busy setting stuff up for Tony and Anya when they get here. Found out why Mama doesn't want me and Michael moving in with her; she's gonna have Tony and Anya with her for maybe a coupla weeks, maybe more. Just until they find a place of their own. I wish they were here already. 'Taya's great, Juno's sweet, Mama's wonderful - even Max has his good points - but I want my big brother. I want him so bad, it hurts. Hurts enough to want a drink.
January 26th, 01:48
This is better. Not great, but better. Another nightmare, but the nurses jumped on it soon as they could, upped the morphine and he calmed right down. I know it's just a physical response, I know the nightmare goes on in his head even when he's not moving, but at least I know he won't hurt himself trying to get away from it when he's deeply under. The doc says they'll take him off the morphine slowly, starting in the morning. He'll be clean again in time for dinner. I hope. And then ....we'll just have to see what happens.
I've been standing out here for an age now. No one will tell me what?s going on! They took Michael straight into the emergency part of the emergency room, and family aren't even allowed in there, so what chance do I have" Every time I see a doctor or a nurse, I ask, but they always tell me to be patient and they'll check. No one's told me anything. God, I hope he's okay. Please let him be okay. Please don't let him die.
January 23rd, 11:59
They've sedated him. Apparently the DTs are really violent, really difficult for even a healthy guy to cope with. The doc seemed really impressed that he's been clean for three days without it being more serious than this, though. I guess that's good, right' That has to be good. I mean, he's not dead. He's sleeping. That's what people say is the best thing, don't they' You have to sleep it off. Or walk it off, but, yanno, he could hardly even stand this morning. He was so angry with me ....But he's here. He's where he needs to be if he's going to get better. They're moving him to a ward in a few. They still won't let me see him, though.
January 23rd, 16:14
I made a promise. I promised him that I wouldn't leave him, and I won't. They'll have to arrest me and lock me up if they want to keep me away from Michael. He needs me, even if he doesn't know I'm here. I need him. I need him to get through this. I need to tell him I love him. I need him to believe me when I tell him. Why didn't I tell him before" Am I really such a monumental screw up that I can't even get falling in love right' It's supposed to be something that happens easily, for Chrissakes!
January 23rd, 20:41
'Taya came by. She brought me lunch, and dinner, and a bag of clothes. She didn't even need to be told that I'm not going anywhere. I don't know how she did it, but she pulled strings, and they're moving Michael to a private ward in about an hour. A ward where they won't mind me hovering around all the time. She even said they'll put a little camp bed in the room for me, so long as it's out of the way in case ....in case anything happens. And we talked. I can't believe I compared her to Tess. She's nothing like Tess. 'Taya's been there for me through everything; even when Tess turned her back on me and when Tony couldn't take it anymore, 'Taya put up with all the bull and stuck with me. I'm so lucky to have her.
January 24th, 02:30
I can't sleep. It's like every time I close my eyes, all I can hear is him breathing. I keep counting the seconds between each breath. I'm so scared there won't be another one. The nurses up here are kinda brusque, but I guess they need to be. There are other addicts on this level; I've heard the shouting. But they say that Michael should be past that when they let him come up for air. They're keeping him sedated for a couple of days, trying to give him a fighting chance, and then they'll put him on something that'll take the edge off the symptoms. I don't really understand, but I guess I don't need to. I just need him to be okay.
January 24th, 08:22
No change yet. Well, I mean, obviously they've changed his clothes and his bed sheets, and they let me help with his bed bath. Not sure I'm going to tell him when he wakes up that he got a hard on as soon as I touched him. It made me feel better, anyway, even if the nurses said it happens to all male patients. Maybe I'm being too hopeful, but I think he looks better this morning. Still pale, still sweaty, but maybe a bit more peaceful" He's on a couple of IV drips, some kind of fluid because he can't drink for himself like this, and some other thing that stops him from having an allergic reaction to the morphine they've got him on. He's still not stirring, but I guess that's normal. The doctor didn't seem worried.
January 24th, 10:46
Max brought Mama in. God, that was hard. I mean, I appreciate that Mad Max is actually making an effort - he sat with Michael for over an hour while me and Mama talked everything out. She's so disappointed in me, again, even though she tries not to show it. But I don't get how I've let her down this time. I'm trying to help someone, isn't that a good thing" But at least with Mama, I know that no matter how disappointed she is, she won't ever turn her back on me. She never has, and I don't think she ever will. She knows I need her too much. She did say there was no way in hell I'm moving in with her, though, but Max says that he's working on getting some of Michael's stuff brought over from Boston, so I guess we're still staying with them. It's definitely we. Max made a point of saying that Michael is welcome to stay. You know, I think I might actually be able to like Max this time around. He's grown up.
January 24th, 18:40
God, I'm bored. Don't get me wrong, there is nowhere else I wanna be right now, but ....sitting in a room with a guy who is going to be asleep for at least another day has got to be the most mind-numbingly boring thing I have ever done. There's only so much time I can spend talking to him without knowing if he's hearing me. I've read his book all the way through again. I never really noticed before - even before the screenplay and edits, Allie Noble is me. Really me, not the character I was playing when he wrote it. I cried for a long time when I worked that one out. He must have been watching me and wanting me for years, and the first chance he got, I stomped all over him. I'm such a selfish piece of sh*t.
January 25th, 00:17
He's having a nightmare. Really quiet. He's not moving much, but he's mumbling a bit, and he looks like he's in so much pain. It woke me up. I called for the nurses, but they're pretty sure it's just a nightmare and all I can do is wait for it to go away. All I can do is sit here, holding his hand, and tell him over and over again that I'm here. That he's not alone. That he's going to get through this. God ....please let him get through this. Please
January 25th, 07:12
Need coffee. No, scratch that. Need sleep. I got maybe half an hour of sleep last night. Michael was so restless, so unsettled. I couldn't get my head down for worrying about him. They called the doctor in at about 6 a.m., and he upped the morphine dose for a while. Michael settled then. I guess you can't fight the meds when they've got hold of you. God, I hope he sleeps peaceful for a couple of hours. My head feels like it's packed with wool.
January 25th, 12:01
His blood results from this morning's tests came back. The alcohol is gone from his system now entirely, they say, so it's just a matter of time. They're gonna keep him under a bit longer, wait and see what the doc says on the ward round tonight, but the nurses seem really hopeful. They think that maybe he'll be off the morphine by this time tomorrow, at the latest, and then he'll be free to come 'round in his own time. For the first time, I actually smiled. I really think he's gonna pull through.
January 25th, 19:34
Hospital food sucks balls. No package from home today - I think Max has actually gone to Earth, and 'Taya's busy setting stuff up for Tony and Anya when they get here. Found out why Mama doesn't want me and Michael moving in with her; she's gonna have Tony and Anya with her for maybe a coupla weeks, maybe more. Just until they find a place of their own. I wish they were here already. 'Taya's great, Juno's sweet, Mama's wonderful - even Max has his good points - but I want my big brother. I want him so bad, it hurts. Hurts enough to want a drink.
January 26th, 01:48
This is better. Not great, but better. Another nightmare, but the nurses jumped on it soon as they could, upped the morphine and he calmed right down. I know it's just a physical response, I know the nightmare goes on in his head even when he's not moving, but at least I know he won't hurt himself trying to get away from it when he's deeply under. The doc says they'll take him off the morphine slowly, starting in the morning. He'll be clean again in time for dinner. I hope. And then ....we'll just have to see what happens.