Dear Tumblr,

There is no one else around for me to talk to so I guess you are it. Congratulations. So my dad is in the hospital, at Emergency actually while they do the usual tests on him to find out what’s wrong with him and why is he in so much pain. And I’m at home, in front of the computer, drowning in my blanket trying, desperately, not to think of all the ways in which things could go wrong. I would stop to think, to engage in a hopefully calm discussion with my conscience but there’s only indiscernible screaming happening there and I, even though it might not seem like it, value what little sanity I have left. So I have decided not to poke at it.

I don’t know what I will do if anything goes wrong. Honestly.

Okay, fine, actually I do know. But it’s not pretty and I’d rather not think about it so you’ll have to excuse me.

Oh. Wait a minute. The Peony is done with her exam so she can listen to my woes now.

Thanks for being a warm substitute.