I’m back at work tomorrow. There’s not much I can do now until the surgery, and I’m fairly confident that B won’t have another seizure. I can’t be completely sure but he’s only had the one, and he’s on a medium-level dose of the anti-seizure medication now.
Still, I wish I could kit out the flat with a CCTV network, the kind that Carrie set up when she started surveillance on Sergeant Brody in Homeland. Then I could view it all from my monitor at work like Carrie – brow furrowed, hair perfect. And I could call B with useful instructions like ‘get back on the sofa!’ But unfortunately, I don’t have the resources of the CIA.