BALLS.
Dad is back in the hospital. His arm got all numb again, though he says that, in retrospect, maybe he overreacted and that his arm "wasn't as numb as it was the first time it happened."
I told him that ANY numb is bad, and he said maybe it wasn't really numb at all -- maybe it just "felt weird" and he overreacted b/c of his recent procedure.
I think when you're a cardiac patient, there is no such thing as overreacting.
BALLS.
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
I'm stressed, trying not to cry at work, and just wanting to run and hide.
Instead, I have to go volunteer at this charity thing that one of my friends *begged* me to volunteer at -- it's only 6-8, and I'm working the silent auction table, which means I basically answer questions like "Yes, you write your name where it says NAME."
But I just want to....hell, I don't even know what I want.
Steph?
This is a geniuine excuse. "I'm sorry, Sophia, my father is hospitalized and I can't make it." You have every right to say that.
Betsy is very, very wise.
{{{Steph}}}
This is a geniuine excuse. "I'm sorry, Sophia, my father is hospitalized and I can't make it." You have every right to say that.
Absolutely. I hope everything works out well for your dad, Steph.
Yep.
And if she pitches a fuss, kill her.