So mum went to see Tom* this afternoon. I stayed in the car.
It was kind of weird actually, when she went into the main hospital and asked where the ward he's in is, the woman at the desk said that my mum was in the wrong place, and it wasn't in the part of the hospital that she was in. That's when the guy behind her said he knew where it was, and told her the way to the right building, it wasn't that far away either which was lucky. So she went over to the ward, and just as she got there Tom* was leaving, he'd just signed out to go for a walk for a while, and she didn't see him straight away because she didn't have her glasses on. He saw her, and he didn't realise that she was there to see him, so when she told him she'd come in to see him he was all "Have you really really come to see me?" for a while and he was really happy, 'cause it turned out that if my mum hadn't of gone in to see him, he wouldn't have seen anybody today.
It sounds like she did him a lot of good, they had the whole What Are You Doing In Here Then?! conversation and now we know a bit more about what's going on in his head. Tom* was having a pretty good day, he gets to go home for the afternoon tomorrow. I feel bad for him though, part of the reason he's in there is because he was really, seriously paranoid about getting ill and he thought that he and his wife had cancer and stuff all the time, and he was getting the physical symptoms of the stress which he thought was backing up the illness thoughts. And it's not like he has a stable household to go back to where everyone can focus on looking after him, and making him feel better. His wife is still ill, and his daughters have found out about a load of stuff that they probably don't need to know and everything...
My mum talked about when she was on the anti-depressents a bit to him as well, she was on them on and off 4 times when I was younger. And like.. she's okay now. To be honest, whatever your religious views, Christianity has done a lot for my mum. Part of the reason everything started with her again last time is because she thought that everything was going to be okay with Hugh, she started to rely on him for everything.. everything including he was supposed to be the person who made her happy, and made everything okay.. and well, as you know that isn't what Hugh does. So everything went into meltdown.. but now... she has this belief, and it's made her strong, it's stopped Hugh controlling everything and it's just.. amazing really.
My mum feels happy now, and I hope Tom* feels a bit better too. I hope he can get back to who he was because... well, just.. because I hope he does.
As for the physical stuff with my mum, her doctor's appointment is tomorrow, she thinks that it's stress related but I'm still worried. She'll be okay though, the doctor will probably just tell her to rest or something... something that she won't do probably. I'll have to try and make her I guess. I'll have to start putting Doctor Who on all the time so she can't help sitting down and relaxing because she doesn't want to miss David Tennant.. Lol, yeah, I'll do that.
Before I saw the kettle. For some reason whoever made it didn't think that inculding some sign of it being on or working was neccesary. I found myself standing there for a while wondering whether or not to go and ask someone if it was working.. eventually it started making boiling type noises so I guessed it must be working in the end. Still managed to burn myself though, when it started making the weird noises I took the lid off. I don't know why really, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Tomorrow I think I might just bring my own kettle, ours isn't scary or plotting against me 
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