Infection of dismay

Ted is poorly in hospital. This has made me feel rather awful. I know he's very old and very frail and hasn't always looked after himself properly, but it's still not nice news to get. It doesn't seem to be too bad, according to his son Alan, but obviously these things can go sideways unexpectedly when you're talking about the elderly, so I think I'll be feeling edgy until we know he's being sent home again. I haven't had a chance to speak to Beryl, but we've swapped a few messages and she seems to be ok. Philippa has suggested I go and visit over the weekend, but I think they're trying to limit it to immediate family, just to stop the ward getting a bit overcrowded, and as they have quite a number of children, grandchildren, and assorted others, I imagine I'll be quite a way down the list. But we'll see... Beryl knows where I am if she needs anything, and she knows how I feel about them both too, so I hope that's a support and a comfort.
Life isn't easy when people you care about are suffering and there's nothing you can do about it except trust the medics and hope for the best, is it?

RC 26-4-24