Yay! Can we read it? What's it about? (I'm an archeology buff. I can get excited reading about old pollen.)
Of course you can! It's just a small report on some cremation pits from a site our company dug. The bone specialists are doing a bit on the human and animal bone and I'm doing a bit on the wood species used in the pyres.
It was meant to be for a poster for a conference next week, but the journal rang up with a gap in their next issue and our boss said we'd fill it with an expanded version of the poster. By tomorrow.
if you come anywhere near my coffee cup I will cut you!
I would never dream of coming between a Buffista and their coffee in the morning. Or any time, for that matter. I'd expect a time out from Fay for an offense like that.
Jars, did you see this [link]
Jars, did you see this [link]?
I didn't, but that's so cool! I was doing a boat a few weeks ago, but it was only three hundred years old. Much less cool.
We missed breakfast this morning. I thought it ended at 11 not 10. We did manage to get tea and coffee though, so the gronk is starting to lift.
Ok. Both of my tutees for today confirmed their appointments. Wanna make bets on if both of them actually show?
I just had a meltdown at work.
(Dad went in the hospital yesterday for an angioplasty to open a blockage and place a stent, which went great, but then he called me this morning and said that he had pain overnight for 2 hours that felt like a heart attack. They ran EKGs, blood tests, even a CT scan, and all the tests showed that he did NOT have a heart attack. This morning, his cardiologist looked at the tests, said the same thing, no heart attack, you can go home. She said the pain was likely from the stent expanding to its full width.
Then Dad called me back an hour later, and said that his cardiologist wants him to stay until this afternoon, so they can run another set of tests. When she saw him this morning, she *hadn't* looked at a second set of blood tests they ran at 6 a.m., and she said that the 6 a.m. results "looked different"* from the overnight results, which could mean heart attack.
*"Looked different" is my dad's quote, and, I'm 99% sure, not the cardiologist's actual diagnosis.)
Anyway. After talked to Dad the second time, I hung up and thought, "Okay, he's fine, if he did have/is having a heart attack, he's in the best possible place." And despite that, all I could think after THAT was, "I can't take this. I just can't take this."
And so I had a wee (big) meltdown and went in the bathroom and cried until I felt calmer. And when I came back to my desk, all red-eyed and puffy, nobody asked me if I was okay. Nobody. Four of us share one phone, so I know they heard me on the phone. Plus they all know my dad's cardiac roller-coaster history.
Nobody said *anything,* actually. Not one word.
And I feel like a big baby and hugely self-entitled bitch from hell for being annoyed and a little hurt that nobody said anything when I'm obviously upset.
Am I being self-entitled and evil?
{{{Steph}}}
You're not being evil. I would think someone would check on you. I know I would.
Steph, we are both wrong. It's the people at work who suck.
Or they didn't know what to say and were being weird about it.
Or both.
I hope your dad is okay, and that the meltdown helped relieve some of your stress.
Steph, that really sucks. You deserve better from them. And I hope your dad weathers this latest incident smoothly.
