ION, it's now -29˚F (-34˚C) here.
A little nippy.
It's not a blizzard I guess.
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Jilli, I'm so sorry. My heart is with you.
Oh, Jilli, I'm so, so sorry. Like Nora, I gasped when I read your Beep Me post; I'd been hoping you'd post another update, but of course, I wanted the news to be anything other than this. I've always loved hearing stories about your parents, and just knowing the amazing daughter they raised is proof enough of their fabulosity. I'll be thinking of you and Pete and your Dad and your Mom in the coming days, sending wishes for a peaceful passing, and that you will find the strength and comfort you need. We love you very much.
((((Jilli and family))))
I'm so sorry Jilli.
I said my goodbye to her last night, because, well, her condition is causing her not to look like my Mom anymore, and Pete and Dad flat out said I'm not to come back to the hospital. Dad will call me when the time comes.
Oh, sweetie. I'm wiping my eyes, because I just cried a little bit for you and your family. I'm so, so sorry.
Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Jilli.
I'm so sorry, Jilli. You're all in my thoughts.
I'm sorry, Jilli.
(Apologies to Jilli, as this is completely petty compared to your issue)
Hrmph. I am feeling very grumpy today. And also feeling irked that I am female and supposed to be like, friendly and shit.
Which is to say, I went to the doctor for a potentially unpleasant procedure (it ended up being just uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as it could've been, yay good news). And she's running late, and I'm anxious and just want to get it OVER with, and it's morning. And she's trying to be all chatty and friendly and talk about where I work and yadda yadda, tell me more about the procedure, and I felt annoyed that in responding "Yes. No. Can we just do this?" I was being un-feminine. Hrmph. I feel like a male doctor and patient wouldn't have nearly the same expectations. Maybe I'm wrong. But grr regardless. Now how do I get out of this mood, since even the good news of it not being bad news is not helping? (Though admittedly, seeing the number on the scale, which is a new high EVER for me, was not helpful)