i spent a few days in hospital, apparently my heart went back into AF and they thought i may require defibrillation. it was strange as i attempted to let my brother know but he just hung up on me, which is standard for him to be honest, possibly the worst communicator i have ever known. unfortunatly i had to let jake know which is something that i would have liked to avoid as he is dealing with his mother in hospital and she is dying a slow agonising death so i didn't want to burden him with additional anxiety. anyways, having downplayed my state at least someone knew where i was.

the hospital up here is very good, i was thinking how lucky i was to be among such friendly nurses and specialists. x-rays, blood tests, ECG's tubes, needles and hundreds of questions later they decide the best course of action is to discharge me and wait for my cardiologist to assess the situation on monday when coincidently i have an appointment. i make my way home, it's late night and i'm thinking of my father and the last time i saw him.

the days and nights seem weighted down, there's death in the air, hanging over everything. it's annoyingly frustrating because it's everywhere, on the end of each passing minute, outside the door. i don't know about that archetype image carrying the scythe, my version seems to carry some sort of hourglass, sand passing through the chamber, maybe the knife is hidden in his cloak, the one that cuts my heart out and weighs it on the scales with the feather. 'wait death, that heart is leaking, it's hardly worth weighing old chap.'

sometimes i just wanna close my eyes and see my dad again. talk about all the usual stuff we liked to chat about. i miss him.