The Mass Dept. of Education's Website would like me to consider becoming a Middle School math teacher instead. It suggested this in the middle of my filling out the application for preliminary high school licensure. Like Amazon's "People who bought this book also enjoyed..." I'm sort of irked, because it requires taking a whole different test, so it's not like I can just go, "Oh hey, middle school. Why not?"

Oh, BALLS.

My Dad is in the hospital again. Remember the arm-numb incident about 2 months ago, where I had to drive him to the far-away hospital on 5 hours' sleep and the only thing I could find to eat was a tuna-glue sandwich out of a vending machine?

He's having more arm-numb issues, and he called his cardiologist, who said she wanted to do an angiogram tomorrow morning to see if there's any blockage, and that since he's got such a bad history of cardiac incidents, she wanted him to go check in now and stay overnight. Because when you got a heart patient having symptoms, you want them in a hospital bed with an i.v. in their arm.

He got a friend to drive him -- to the far-away hospital (actually, it's only far away from my apartment; it's 5 minutes from my office), and he was vehement that I not cancel my dinner plans for tonight.

It's possible he's finally gotten the hint that I can't be the only person he relies on. Though I certainly intend to go over to the hospital tomorrow for the angiogram.

So I'm actually calm. But worried, as per usual. Healthy cardiac vibes for my dad would be appreciated. (And non-worry vibes for me.)

Aw Steph...

Lots of vibes and hugs.

How nerve-wracking! And very dad-like. And good. And sad.

(That was my meara without quotations. Match the sentiments to the paragraph!) Best of vibes for both of you.

In further DOE Website news, I'm totally in favor of these guidelines, but if they're going to require that I read them, perhaps they could make it a TINY BIT EASIER?

Teppy, your dad is in my prayers.

He got a friend to drive him -- to the far-away hospital (actually, it's only far away from my apartment; it's 5 minutes from my office), and he was vehement that I not cancel my dinner plans for tonight.

This is good. Very good. And he's there ahead of time, you know, being well monitored, and you're not finding out after a sleepless night. Still, I'm sorry it's necessary and sorry that he's at the far away hospital. I will send you e-mail with my phone number, in case you need someone to talk to during his angio, tomorrow.

He will have run off and joined the pirates long before then.

Only if there are fluffy bunny pirates.

Much ~ma of appropriate kinds for Calli, and Teppy's dad.

He's having more arm-numb issues, and he called his cardiologist, who said she wanted to do an angiogram tomorrow morning to see if there's any blockage, and that since he's got such a bad history of cardiac incidents, she wanted him to go check in now and stay overnight.

I'm glad your dad's getting things checked out (although sorry there are things to be checked). Much calm~ma to you, Steph.

ma~~ to dad - and he's right - don't chnage your plans for tonight - go see him tomorrow when it is easy for everyone.

and ma~~ to calli

Oh, Tep. Vibing for your dad. And for you.

It suggested this in the middle of my filling out the application for preliminary high school licensure.

Emily, that's a little odd. And annoying. It's like, Hey, they *think* they're all focused! Let's fuck with them!

I feel nauseous. I don't know why, though. Strangely, I'm trying to think of what to eat to cure it.

I feel nauseous. I don't know why, though. Strangely, I'm trying to think of what to eat to cure it.

Me too. Except I know why - I've had two cups of coffee today, when I very rarely drink coffee.

My solution: McDonnalds hot fudge sundae.