Well I suppose I may as well blog to stave off sleep.
My brother suffers from Crohns disease, which without going into too much detail means he often has violent cramps that cause him large amounts of pain. Tonight was different though. Just before midnight ticked over I heard him yelling from his room, going to check on him I found him trashing and writhing far worse than I've ever seen him do before. After he assured me that there was nothing I could do I returned to the living room and did my best to filter out the sound of him basically screaming in the next room. forty five minutes later I hear him emerge from the bathroom, generally in these situations a good thing, again tonight would prove different, he had apparently been in so much pain that he actually threw up and he asked me to call him an ambulance - it was at this point I realise just how serious he a state he must be in, normally he is stoic about his pain dealing with it so as to incontinence as few people as possible, even going so far as to apologise to me for distracting me with his agony shouts. I call the ambulance and after a minute of tying to interpret my brothers gestures as to where the pain is to the woman on the phone I get some basic instructions and asked to wait. a few minutes later I get a phone call from the paramedic asking more of the same questions eventually they ask to speak to Mark and I put him on. Having finished talking to them he tells me that the ambulance isn't going to be there for an hour. There proceeded possibly the worst fifteen minutes I can remember, watching my brother pacing, screaming, crying, punching things and curling into a ball then repeating the cycle. This only stopped when he returned to the bathroom and threw up again which seemed to give him a reprieve from his pain. After half an hour of dvd watching on his part the ambulance arrived. I had taken my brother silence on the subject of going with him as assent, but as I was heading out he asked me to stay (his excuse was he needed someone to let him in when he arrived, but really I think it was his thing of not causing people bother again). I rashly promised to remain awake until he returned, knowing full well that this might not be for hours yet, however I had a vague hope that my (for want of a better term and because it's another story) girlfriend would stay up on msn to keep me company. She however was clearly exhausted so I told her to sleep. So here I sit at 3am really tired and kinda stressed. Time to turn on a movie and drink a V methinks.
also why can I write 500 words on that in ten mintues, but my creative writing assignment is like trying to give birth to a fridge.
