For those of you following at home…
Lots of folks have been asking about my dad….
I dunno what’s going to happen there.
He will be in the hospital for at least another two weeks. That adds up to over a month if you figure it from when he got admitted a few weeks ago.
Rumours has it that the old man is getting marginally better. We know this because he is talking, and demonstrating our genetic disposition towards crankiness.
I don’t quite know what will happen next for my dad. If he gets out, he will probably end up in some sort of “rest home”.
His diagnosis is COPD, which means he has any combination of three lung diseases. I know I wouldn’t want to be his lungs, that’s for sure.
Anyway, short story of the whole thing is, I don’t know what is going on with my dad but I do really appreciate how sweet people have been about asking.
I imagine I will have to take a trip up there once I get done with this semester, assuming nothing too intense happens in the meantime.
About the BRCA 1 X-men mutation… well, apparently we are not having a Hallowe’en party at chez moi this year so I don’t know where I will take my Wolverine look.
I am waiting to hear from the folks at the Cancer Agency. I should have been put in touch with someone from the High Risk Clinic, but no word yet. But it’s okay, I got one of my favorite peeps at the Cancer Agency working on it. Hopefully I will hear soon.
School is intense. I am at the beginning of mid-terms and I know it’s all down hill from here.
I have the opportunity to go to San Francisco and see Metallica open for the Rolling Stones. I can’t tell you how much I want to do this, but, hell’s bells, it couldn’t happen at a less opportune time.
Stay tuned on that front.
Anyway, I am slogging my way through school, with the occasional fantasy about wild rock concerts and Cirque de Soliel shows.
And in case you were wondering, it is my humble opinion that my girlfriend and I are both (still) crazy.
I dunno aboot her, but I may or may not be available for coffee dates and head-patting sessions.
She never seems lacking for that sort of attention, but I could use some.
Also, if someone could create a few extra hours in each day, that would be great too.
Then I would have time for coffee and head-patting.
And last but not least…
I have been thinking a lot today about how my bosses and co-workers sent me to the Wickanninish Inn last year and how great that was.
It was really the vacation of a lifetime for me.
It was spectacular and I am so grateful for that. Even a year later, it still makes me happy.
If you want to see the pictures, go here:
and now, mes amis, I am going to bed.
I have a date with the librarian at the Cancer Agency tomorrow morning.