I am back from the ER for today. More IV antibiotics and IV fluids. I spiked a temp in the middle of the night last night again, so they want me to come back again tomorrow. They don't think it is my kidney's anymore though, so that is the good news. I feel a little better today. Nicole is the bestest for keeping me distracted with funny stories yesterday when I felt like crying, and Dave is great for coming over and sitting with me last night despite the fact that t whitefonted for the squeamish I had to get up every 20 to vomit. Also, my mother is wonderful for taking another day out of work today to drive me to the ER because I didn't feel well enough to drive myself.

Have got an interview for a job in Thailand, and a phone interview for a job in Bangalore.

Ohh!!! If the Bangalore thing works out, let me know. I have a good friend from grad school who is from there and is back home now who I have been really bad about keeping in touch with but this would be a good excuse for me to look her up and with two people to visit in Bangalore I just might actually make that India trip happen.

Nora, good luck with whatever you decide to do with the job.

Teppy, I hope they figure out was is wrong with your dad soon so that he can feel better.

Teppy, I hope they figure out was is wrong with your dad soon so that he can feel better.

The latest update is that they think it's an enlarged prostate (not unusual in a 64-year-old man) that's been untreated for long enough that the pain spread. Easy enough to treat with drugs (if prostatitis is, in fact, what it is).

And I got the fun of hearing my dad say "prostate." After he first mis-pronounced it as "prostrate," making me think of badfic writers everywhere.

That reminds me of a recent debate I had over the spelling of come/cum. With a 15 year old.

I'm going to hell.

The same 15 year old that dubbed it "The Nawty Worm"?

Why would badf...

I never asked it. Never.

Teppy, I hope they can provide your dad with some relief, and that the diagnosis is correct.

That reminds me of a recent debate I had over the spelling of come/cum. With a 15 year old.

I'm going to hell.

I'm probably going to hell for thinking it would be fun to watch Hugh Laurie have that conversation.

My Dad mispronounces lots and lots and LOTS of words, and I feel like the Worst Daughter EVAR that, after 34 years, I still cringe every. single. time. Yesterday he was reading me what was written on his iv bag (sodium chloride 0.45%), and he read it as sodium chloroform, and insisted 3 times that that was what it said.

I'm going to hell for thinking "The dad from Wonder Years??" everytime someone mentions Hugh Laurie.