Ruminations of an Afterlife

Joe woke up! He's doing a lot better and now so am I. I had a long chat with Julian too, and we're just fine. Joe says he still feels ill, but the doctors are even more positive than they were yesterday. As long as he doesn't get some sort of secondary infection, we should be okay. So I did make sure I was quite clean and free of TB germs before I went in there.

Take that as a warning. Don't give my brother TB, or I will be forced to manhandle you in a violent manner, and I don't really like being violent. It's all sweaty and dirty in the wrong kind of way. And, incidentally, there's one good thing about dying. I no longer have my incredibly shitty immune system...

I went to see Samson after Jordan came back to be with Joe. He was all excited to see me. Well...Samson excited. It was really surreal... He sort of lit up and then he made me talk about the Bible. Which was easy enough, I've had enough practice! And he actually listened too. Which is good because I feel I'm giving him the less Hellfire version of Christianity. I hope it takes. But he smiled at me and complimented my mother. It's like he's unrecognisable... It pleases me.

And then I went to see poor Lavannah. She looked better today because she's talking again. She keeps coughing though, and it breaks my heart. I love Lavannah so much. I hate that this has happened to her and that it means she has to be in hospital again. I'll tell you what, if anyone told me "sorry, you have this thing which means you have to stay in a dark basement because you'll heal here" I'd be pissed off too.

Not that I am saying your hospital is like a dark basement, Petunia. Just that my dark basement is her hospital. Poor thing. But I made her smile too. That's three in one day. I feel a lot better already.

Spectre tomorrow. Then I will be complete.