And so I know the last entry said that I was coming home. I forgot to mention that that was after one last trip. So, I'll be home for good after a month of travels. One more month of cold, wet rain and snow. *rolls eyes* I love Queensland. I am cold blooded. I was at Brian's family gathering last night, minus Brian (he's still overseas). The kids were vomiting, the adults were either feeling ill, vomiting, or sneezing. I was there from midday. By 7pm, I was feeling sick myself, and decided it was time to leave. After I'd gone, his uncle had a heart attack and died in the kitchen. Brian's brother did well in getting back a pulse, but he didn't make it. He was perfectly well before hand, it was completely unexpected. He's just had his baby grandaughter born. Obviously the family's in shock. I know it's a horrible thing to think, but to be honest, I'm glad I wasn't there. Being an emergency RN, I would have felt compelled to act, and from what I hear, he didn't stand much of a chance of recuscitation. If I had tried and failed, I doubt I would forgive myself, and always would wonder if Brian's family believed it was my fault.
