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Liam slept until Thursday and then woke up straight into the old pain - the one from before the PICU.  The more time passes from when she woke up, the greater the pain and discomfort is.  Poor baby.  She's awakes and she speaks, but mostly OOOOWWW and "I don't feel well".  I know, I know, sounds old. 

As the weekend progressed, it looks like Liam feels just a wee-bit better.  Maybe she's not in pain so much any more.  But she still hardly speaks, and worst of all, doesn't smile at all.  When Liam does speak, it looks like she's going to extreme efforts to say simple words that she knows well.  It looks like something went south.

I'm on call this week, which means Rachel doesn't get a break to sleep at home.  Except for a few hours a day - if she's lucky - she spends all her time in the hospital.  Think about it: living in the hospital.  All the time, day in and day out.  I know I wrote probably the same exact words in the past, but it doesn't get old - unfortunately.

This weekend is especially difficult for both of us.  For Rachel because of Liam's misery.  For me because of the many calls I'm getting from work.  It seems like we're contantly under fire.  Living in Israel under the Katyusha rockets threat was easier - no joke.

Here's how Sunday looked for me:
10 am: I'm still sweating from an hour of exercise, when the work phone rings.  And the SMS.  And a high priority email.  Ok, I get the idea.  You want my attention.  We and an emergency call that lasted 2 hours. 
While listening to other people talk, I did a bunch of stuff around the house.
As I was cleaning one of the toilets, I noticed it's leaking badly.  DRAT!!
I identified the spot of leak.  As soon as the meeting was over, I headed out to search for an oh-ring seal - praying I won't get any call while I'm out.  Of course, with my luck, the first store had all the seals in the world, but not the one I needed.  Had to look for it elsewhere.  Found it.  Rushed home.
2-ish: Started assembling the toilet again.
2:10:  ring-ring.  Back to the computer.  Solve another problem.
3-ish:  Putting the toilet together.
3:10:  you guessed it, ring-ring.  This time I don't give up.  Finishing assembling the toilet, checked for leaks, done.
3:20: Answering this last call.  False alarm (but these ring too, you know).
4-ish:  Went to the hospital, taking a gamble that the phone wouldn't ring.  Ironically,  the hospital, where it's usually very hectic, actually calmed me down.  I put Liam in her wheelchair and we walked outside.  Liam was so-so.  Not in pain, but still complaining periodically and having hard time speaking.  Not smiling at all where she used to smile.
8:30:  Returned home.  Had to take care of a bunch of stuff.  Busy, busy.
9:30:  DONE!!!  Time for bed.
9:31:  Ah, but you're too smart, dear reader.  You know already what came next.  Yup, ring-ring.  And so I was on the phone on another emergency conf call until 11:30 PM. 
6 am:  Wake up, a new day.
Meitav is sick.  A second girl from carpool is sick too.  I ended up taking a single girl to school. 
At this point I was ready to to write:  Ahhh, Monday.  Going to the calm atmosphere at the office.  But the madness continued into Monday.  Can't wait for Wednesday morning, when I'm off the hook.