Don't Panic...

The first thing my mother says to me today when she phoned and I was like FAIL I'm now already panicking so speak quickly before I'm booking a train ticket home...

Dad spent last night in D.R.I., the local hospital.

The story goes, as I wasn't there, that mum woke up at half past one to see that dad wasn't in bed beside her so she went to check on him. Instead of finding him in the toilet or downstairs getting a glass of water, she saw him in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

The ambulance came and took him to the hospital where he eventually woke up but doesn't remember anything. He just has a nice four inch gash - seven stitches - on his forehead and the odd bruise here and there.

My mum's "don't panic..." didn't work but dad text me when he woke up again and told me not to panic as well. I text him back saying that if he tried to do anything stupid - such as drive/go to work because he would try - then I was going to waste precious pennies to go back home, torture him and steal the money from his corpse to get the train back to university. I don't know what scared him the most... The fact that I'd waste money or the fact he knows I'd genuinely kill him! Bless him.

He doesn't remember anything apart from going to bed then waking up at the hospital. He's cracking jokes about how it was mother trying to kill him - the constant jokes making her want to genuinely kill him - but at least he's okay.

The doctor's don't know what caused it and we don't even know if they did tests to see if it was a black out or anything... *Shakes head* God knows! I just know that he's going to go stir crazy in the house!