And he just keeps. on. going.

Hubby has single-handedly raised the heart attack survival percentages for the entire county.

Meanwhile, Daniel Radcliffe is a grownup, or something.

Turned 18 in July.

WTF?

Indeed. He looks HORRID with that mustache. Blech.

(Yes - mark your calendars. I said DR looked "blech")

wee boy!!

You obviously haven't seen the full-frontal nude pictures from Equus cause NSM with the wee.

And he just keeps. on. going.

Hubby has single-handedly raised the heart attack survival percentages for the entire county.

My Dad is 65, and puts a lot of other 65-year-olds to shame. Like, ones who have no heart disease. He does yard work for a retired "lady friend" (dad is quick to mention that no, she's not THAT kind of lady friend; she's just a friend who is a lady) during the spring and summer (and early fall), and lately he's talked about getting a part-time job bagging groceries just because he's bored in the late fall/winter.

All a heart attack does is slow him down for a little while. And if I inherited his heart disease (which I sincerely hope I did not), I hope I got his sheer stubborn keep-on-going-ness as well.

{{{Tep}}} I'm sorry you're having a really rough morning and that your co-workers weren't more compassionate.

Steph, you are not evil and I'm sorry your dad is in hospital again.

But after 15 years, I can't keep reacting in the same sort of immediate-crisis-panic mode.

Steph, I think it's perfectly reasonable to react to each new development independent of all the others. While the big picture may be a continuum, each time you get news, something changes for you and your family.

I'm so sorry your Dad is going through another round of heart troubles, Tep, and that your co-workers aren't being more supportive. Tell them your invisible friends in the glass box said to take you out to lunch.

{{{Teppy}}}

You're not evil. I do, however, wish I could cross your co-workers with my co-worker who ALWAYS asks how I'm doing WRT my mom's cancer treatment and some other assorted issues I confided in her about ONCE, and sometimes, you know, yeah, I'm worried, but all I really want to do is finish this one important piece of work so I can catch the 4:45 bus instead of the 5:00 so I'll have time to swing by the post office before the daycare pick-up, and how can I make her get out of my WAY without seeming like I don't CARE about my own mother? Because if we could just get to a happy medium between ignoring and too concerned, life would be a lot better.

ION, off to my meeting with New Boss. Gulp.

Good luck, Susan! I'm sticking with the theory that it's all about your new boss being sensitive to (a) her blunder and (b) wanting to work out with you a way that's good for everyone. Nothing bad there.

Boss~ma to you, Susan.

And, Tep, everyone else has already said everything I would've, so I'll just throw my punctuation on the pile. ((())) with a side of {{{}}}