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.
Health-ma to your dad, Steph.
Oh man, Tep. I'm sorry you're going through this again.
I am so sorry, Steph. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
