But I saw the ep early in my DVI watching.
I think it predated me.
Oh! Guess who, a couple days ago, was feeling like crap, but still heading out to exercise, and had some lunch, got up, got dizzy, fainted, and dragged themselves to bed and made a few phone calls before falling asleep?
Exactly.
My father.
Let's just say, the phrase "I'm
so
related to you" was used by me more than once in that conversation. To his credit, he's actually been resting for the few days it's been since the syncope, but he's..Christ..over 70???? Yikes.
Damn, ita, that's scary. I hope it wasn't anything serious.
A side effect of my blaséness about my fainting is that I wasn't even tweaked about it until I did the math and remembered his age. Of course, I'm still mistrusting my subtraction skills.
Doctors, needless to say, have no idea why. He got a 24 hour heart monitor. I never got one of those!
Prolly because you're not over 70.
Possible new favorite show. I Want That on HGTV.
Prolly because you're not over 70.
I could be over 70! In 25 years, but still.
JZ--it's possible that the abandoner was a rescuer who didn't know where else to put the kitten. Just not as thorough or sensible as you were.
My dad has had a few fainting spells last summer. It was when he was at church, sitting with the rest of the choir while wearing his heavy choir robes up in the church balcony, where it can get a bit warm. Now he wears regular clothes while in the choir.
He's also in his early '70s....
I think it predated me.
Guess I should have whitefonted. Oops.
Hope your dad is okay also.
I am suddenly grumpy and feel I should back away from the internets. Or, at the least, not respond personally to things that aren't personal. At least not personally directed at me.
My dad's a dork who thinks that exercising when he feels unwell is a perfectly cromulent thing to do.
Which means I can just point at him and shrug, right?
GOOD Thing about today: Yummy Butter Chicken and garlic naan for dinner
BAD Thing: A lens fell out of my glasses while I was bending over and fell into the flushing toilet. Despite a brave gulp-and-grab into the swirling maelstrom of my own bodily fluids, the lens went down the tubes.
And I am out of disposable contacts. SO fun day tomorrow with the inevitible Headache of No Eyewear Pain, until I can run to the eye doctor.
Plus -- dude, I flushed half of my GLASSES down the TOILET.
