[link] Photoshop jobbie entitled, "To Infinity and Beyond".
'Soul Purpose'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
so now they are saying the doc gave my dad's g/f the wrong info. The CT scan wasn't for a suspected clot, it was just to verify that all the pneumonia has cleared the system. I dunno what to think now. I think our primary source for info is starting to loose it. Which means the info isn't the most reliable.
{{omnis}} This is just so stressful for you! I'd offer a backrub, but I'm like, 1500 miles away.
ayy that is just hard, omnis. I am sorry.
And for anyone that might have been following along on my blog, the patio is done.
It looks so good. there are more detailed pictures back in my blog. the monster project that tried to escape is done. Now we get to plant
Oy, it's so easy for the information to get garbled on its way to you. I hope your dad is better off than it currently seems! {{omnis}}
I'm sorry, omnis. How frustrating for you.
god bless the iPhone. Conference call with my sister and brother.
ETA Now I got my uncle on the line, and he's giving us some info. Conference call is a wonderful thing.
Not an embolism, but still has pneumonia.
Well, I never thought I'd be glad to say this, but I'm glad it's pneumonia - lot easier to treat than an embolism. Yay, iPhone conference calls, and Yay, more accurate info.
beth, your patio looks great! I'm having patio envy.
omnis, I'm sorry for all the frustration! Way to make an already stressful situation worse.
I'm also sorry for giving an update on my cute girl angst in the middle of this.
I composed a voicemail in Notepad. I vetted it with a friend. I rehearsed it a dozen times. Then I listened to a relaxing song and did some breathing exercises. I felt calm, cool, and collected.
As soon as I picked up the phone and called, my heart started racing. I tried not to focus on that, instead trying to keep my breathing steady, focusing on the words in front of me, waiting for it to go to voicemail.
Instead, she picked up.
I identified myself, and she asked how I was and apologized for not responding to my e-mails, as she had been swamped at work. She knew it was going to sound like a lame excuse, but the next morning after we met, she had to go to LucasFilm.
"Oh. Well, I'm very sorry that you had to go to LucasFilm," I said.
"I can tell!"
Unfortunately, she did have plans this weekend, but she—she—thought we should get together for drinks or dinner, maybe next week. She'd e-mail me.
My brain cannot even process this. I have to reorient my entire view of the world. This is like the first time something like this has happened to me in my entire life.
{{{omnis}}}