So he went home and just chilled out, rather than calling his doctor, because of course he did.

OF COURSE HE DID.

I'm glad it seems like it's nothing too serious.

Ha! I just talked to my brother. He said he called Dad yesterday, and Dad didn't mention anything about passing out in the kitchen. Because of course he didn't. Sheesh.

Hubby apparently had a couple of strokes that neither he nor I noticed, though I remember him sitting outside with some friends and having a bit more trouble than usual getting words correct. In a couple of hours, no sign of anything. We only found out after a bunch of tests a few years later.

Yeah, it's definitely possible that he had a mini-stroke, though I think he's on so much medication for his other heart issues that he shouldn't be able to clot.

Whatever it is (was), it seems minor. I hope.

In addition to my dad being stressful, I have an author who is demanding that I take her original (un-edited) manuscript and "edit" it according to a list of changes that she wants, because she "finds it very difficult to edit what you sent me."

Lady, and I mean this with all sincerity, shut your fucking face and fuck off, you fuckwit.

This is about to get escalated up the chain, because I don't have the authority to tell her to get fucked.

Parents, man.

OMG yes. At least once my folks were at the ER all day and never bothered to tell us. Argh.

I made it into the office for a few hours, basically just to get the right software so I can dial into the network from home. The cold has now moved into my head as well as my chest, so that's fun.

Currently home in front of the tv, not enthusiastic about spending the rest of the day fighting with the agency network. Oy.

OMG, work people. Get it together. I have been asked to take a contract mod and get it in shape for entry into our financial system. Not a big issue, something like this would take an hour. Max. But whoever prepared the mod used the wrong labor rate for one person and then the wrong overhead rate for everyone. And it has already been approved by the client and dude is asking me to "just fix it". Ummmmm, no. You fucked this up, you need to modify the mod and get the client to approve the correct numbers. Even if I could get it set-up to match the screwed up numbers, the accountant isn't going to be able to invoice this with differing overhead rates. This has already taken 3 hours of my time and we don't have a resolution yet.

Oh jeez, Steph. Fingers crossed it's nothing serious.

I will say I have no leg to stand on here, as I just saw someone about an issue that started over the summer! (FWIW, he said it's not rotator cuff, gave me a shot and sent me to pt.)

Parents, man.

For Realz. I am hoping I remember the frustrations I had with mine and don't put my kids through the same, and yet I probably will!

Work has prevented me from adequate time on the internet today. And I rush to my workout class right after 5 and don't get home until 7. Not enough hours in the day. Pout.

That bridge collapse in Miami looks scary, Laura. I hope everyone's OK.

The volunteer thing I was supposed to do in Golden Gate Park on Saturday has been cancelled due to the rain, so now I don't have to feel guilty if I needed to bail due to illness.