The cops would be talking about that shit for years.(takes notes)

I figure if you are going to premeditate a killing, might as well give it some flair.

I need to shower and get ready. When I was talking to my sister this morning she asked what I got the neicelet. "I don't know yet."

My brother did the same. My sister's theory that he can't even use mouthwash is more than a little bit rose-colored.

The first day, maybe. After that though, all bets are off. Much ~ma to your sister. For your nephew's sake.

Cass - vent, baby, vent. I am guessing you have to be the sane one ...

Then please, please, please let this be the first day. I foresee some Googling of Antabuse later. I know very little about it.

Really off to get ready now.

I am guessing you have to be the sane one ...

Strength and good fortune to you and your family, Cass.

And to yours, Cashmere!

edited because I read Beep Me.

Oh, man. Cashmere and Cass, I'm so sorry.

Cass and Cashmere, I hope everything goes as well as it can with your families.

I just talked to my Dad; he had a chemical stress test today (not a treadmill stress test; a chemical stress test is where the doctors give the patient medication that increases the heart rate and simulates the effects of exercise on the body), and the doctor said he saw "some things in the back." That's a quote from my Dad, who isn't very medically savvy; I'm assuming the doctor was more precise in his explanation, but I talked to Dad, not the doctor. I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to, and I have even less idea what "some things" are supposed to mean.

And that just amps up my stress and frustration. It's not Dad's fault; he really, really just doesn't grasp complicated medical terminology. And he's made a real effort to educate himself about heart disease, and he knows a lot, but only in broad strokes, in a big-picture sense.

For instance, take the current situation. He knows that the doctor saw something not quite right on the stress test; given Dad's medical history, he (Dad) knows it's likely to be more blockage. And that's all he needs to know.

But I feel so helpless and frustrated, and it would help *me* be less stressed if I knew what "some things" meant and what part of the heart, exactly, is "in the back."

Anyway. He's going to have another angiogram on Monday, to go into the veins/arteries and see what's what. And *that* frustrates me, b/c he just HAD an angiogram on Tuesday! Yes, 5 days ago. Why in the hell didn't the "some things" show up on THAT angiogram?

So he has to stay in the hospital until Monday at the earliest, and possibly Tuesday. Balls.

Also, I'm really, really tired and I don't know why and I have been for about 2 weeks and it's really annoying me. Tired, like suck-all-my-marrow-out tired. I would go to the doctor, but that's a really non-specific symptom, and there's nothing else wrong with me, and I hate looking like a hypochondriac, and *everyone* is tired, you know? Bah.

I'm sorry for the frustration with your dad's flow of medical information. I hope you can hear what you need to hear on Monday. I'm glad he went to the hospital, rather than assuming he was over reactiing.

Sometimes, the change of seasons/allergies make me tired. I have been really tired for a couple of weeks. Stress makes you tired. Fewer minutes of sunshine makes you tired. Are you using Ray yet, Teppy? Oh, too, maybe your BP meds could be cut, or something, too?