Nilly baby is awesome.

I have A-fib and have gotten along fine with it.

Unfortunately, I think my dad's been diagnosed with Ventricular Tachycardia, which is a little different than A-Fib. Hence, the pacemaker/defibrillator implant. We've been through a serious heart attack (25 years ago!) and bypass surgery with my dad, so this seems manageable. But at his age, it's still worrying.

Thanks for the ma. My mom seems calm, which is reassuring. I thought that after she fell apart when her cat died last week, that all this stress might be too much.

I spent a good part of the evening cleaning the spare room for my sister. Those cats are no help when making a bed...it took me twice as long. Thank god they are so cute.

Sue, what is his heart rate if he is tachycardic? Are they thinking meds over something mechanical?

Burrell, unfortunately that's not cynical; it's reality.

Sighhh... Yeah. Cynical is thinking that the public schools have been deliberately hobbled because an uneducated electorate is more easily influenced by theatrics and are unfamiliar with concepts like "socialism" "civil liberties".

I am in enough pain that I can't go into work this morning, and I am out of pain meds. I am at a loss. I will try and get pain meds early, and I will try and work from home, but I'm not optimistic about either route.

I'm sorry ita, what a sucktastic way to start the day.

When I got to work today at 7:30, I discovered that the Desk Attendant who should have opened the library at 7 a.m. wasn't here, and there were two law students with their noses pressed up against the glass waiting for someone to arrive. I bought them each a coffee, and now I'm waiting for the desk attendant to either show her face or for the next of kin to call me and tell me she's in hospital.

My sniffles have NOT progressed to a full-blown cold, and I scheduled myself for a 9-3 shift (the longest shift I've yet had) earlier this week. At least, as a public-facing job, I CAN get sent home if I'm not visibly well, but as I really really need the money, I'd better at least try.

This is nothing compared too "in too much pain to work" I know.

I'm TENSing my ankle to try to get it to the point where I'm functional. Unfortunately, it's having the side effect of putting me to sleep -- I didn't get much sleep because the pain was too bad, so now that the pain is receding, my body is responding by trying to get that sleep.

So apparently remembering to bring my breastpump breastshields to work means leaving my keys at home. Come on brain, day 3 is too early to be pulling this shit!

So, while not nearly as bad as what some you people are dealing with, I can say that reading two different things that make me want to cry is NOT the best way to start my morning. Ugh.