It's being a day in medical land.

First off, the brilliantly mad Chinese electrocardiologist says he'll be fine. And he did apologize for burning a hole all the way through the wall of my husband's heart. Apparently Hubby has thin walls.

Anyway, poor Dr. Hwang was already running late from another tricky patient before Hubby went in for his turn. What was supposed to take three hours took five hours, and the only waiting room was invaded by loud pre-teens whose mother kept trying to distract them with American Idol. I think I'd rather listen to Jerry Falwell that watch American Idol, which has the double downfall of being American Idol and being on Fox. I could at least console myself that Falwell is going to get a big surprise when he comes up before St. Peter.

Hubby had four places in the left rear chamber of his heart that were short circuiting. Dr. Hwang lasered those places, but the extra thin part broke through. Hubby's stable, but they had to put a lot of anesthesia on him since he's a big guy and he doesn't like being put out. I'm headed back to the hospital to see if he's more awake yet, because he's not going to be at all happy to wake up in Cardiac Intensive Care. That was one of his big reliefs, when we went up to the regular Cardiac floor instead of the CCU section.

Thank god I work for a company that won't even blink when I say, "Sorry, I won't be attending that workshop, get me the workbook and the handouts."

Oh, i'd forgotten about the Faire, too! It was indeed "Dress Meara Up" weekend! I think I still have that dress somewhere--it seemed a shame to throw it away!

Sounds like fun, Hec. Sorry, Connie, but at least work is accomodating.

Ugh, Connie. I would be hysterical at "accidently burned a hole in your husband's heart."

Jesus, it's not a fucking potholder.

Also, I'm in a very petulant mood. I want to be making out with someone cute, right now! And all the cute people LEFT. HMPH! And I had the poor planning to decide to go on my big trip over the beginning of June, so I'm totally missing Pride. Which, granted, isn't really a big loss, but there are usually cute people there! And sometimes making out!

Grump grupmp grump.

Er, but god, at least there are no holes in my heart. Glad to hear he made it through OK Connie.

Also, I'm in a very petulant mood. I want to be making out with someone cute, right now!

Me, too! (although since I'm hanging out on the computer in my undies and a tank, there's no chance of this happening unless I call the fire department for "accidently" setting a fire.)

wrod. The only holes in my heart are psychic, though(My God, Munchkin much?)

So far the drugs aren't exactly working miracles. And I know for sure now I didn't final in that contest.

Damn.

Not liking this day at all.

And assuming I'm remembering her last name correctly, someone in one of my critique groups double-finaled.

I will be gracious.

I am still a good writer.

I will still sell a book even if I never win one of these things.

Dammit.

I sent my CP a nice congratulatory email wishing her luck with the editor judges in the final round.

Do I earn karma for that? And if so, can I convert it into the power to walk from the sofa to the bathroom and back without wanting to cry from pain?

Evening Bitches, just caught up.

Get well soon, Susan.

Congrats, vw.

Sleepy time for me.