One bad turn deserves another

What a night and day. My elder brother had had his tonsils removed two weeks ago. He picked me up from this hicksville in Tyrol on Friday. We had the whole weekend to visit our parents and have some fun in Vienna. So far everything went fine and it was just fabulous. Nice weather, nice parties, tasty beer, what else can a free mind demand?

However, on our way back to Tyrol/Munich my bro started bleeding (13 days after the surgery!). It's really scary when someone spits a mouth full of blood onto the floor. This happend on a Autabahn parking place and we had to turn around and speed back to the next hospital in St.Pölten, where they decided to operate again. When my brother woke up after a complication free surgery it was around 1am. No problem so far, if I didn't have to work the next day - 600km away.

Eventually, I spent another night in Vienna and had to drive to work the next morning (with a new BMW 1.18D, sweet), which took me ridiculous 7 hours due to "some" truck traffic. Now, I'm still trying to mop up the outstanding work I would had done before noon...

If I'm ever going to get out of this lab today, I'll jump off a mountain.