Had a slight scare yesterday, babies. I didn't want to mention it here until I knew exactly what we were up against, but apparently my grandfather had a slight stroke and they were all set to go in and do brain surgery. But the doctors have decided it's not necessary. He's lost the use of his left arm from the elbow down, but that should recover after some time.
It makes you think, doesn't it? I know a lot of foreigners here in Korea, and a lot of my other friends living abroad have had experiences like this that really make you question your choice to live so far from home. We get precious little time with the people that we love, and life is fragile. What can you do?
Well. Hopefully none of the Koreans who consider proximity to their families so precious (and rightly so) decide to say anything insensitive to me about choosing to be so far from my family this week. They're well-intentioned, genuinely confused comments that usually roll off the back, but I don't think it'd go down too well just now.
At any rate, I didn't get too much sleep last night and I think just startled the shit out of my grandmother trying to have a mumbled, pre-coffee conversation on the phone. It went a little something like this:
"..... What? Are you okay?"
"Okay. Coffee. Mmmuhgettinreadyforwork. [Cough cough.]"
"...... Are you sick?"
Sorry, Grams. I'll get it together. I promise.