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Jan. 10th, 2005
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Dad update
Jan. 10th, 2005 01:57 pmI just talked to my mom and dad. They are now at Tampa General Hospital. Dad was transferred there yesterday afternoon, and he had an angiogram this morning (stick the thing in the femoral artery in your leg, dye the areas needed, examine, etc.).
The doctors have decided not to anything right now. They are putting my dad on a very high-dosage blood thinner, and they will keep evaluating the situation, but he should be allowed to go home in a few more days.
*sigh*
It feels very anti-climactic, though, and I hope this 'treatment' is the right one. Regardless, my dad will be so happy to be able to take a shower tomorrow morning, and I know he's looking forward to getting out of the state of Florida soon!
The doctors have decided not to anything right now. They are putting my dad on a very high-dosage blood thinner, and they will keep evaluating the situation, but he should be allowed to go home in a few more days.
*sigh*
It feels very anti-climactic, though, and I hope this 'treatment' is the right one. Regardless, my dad will be so happy to be able to take a shower tomorrow morning, and I know he's looking forward to getting out of the state of Florida soon!
Curse my impeccable memory.
Jan. 10th, 2005 10:33 pmI am soooo good with numbers. I can still remember my best friend from second grade - Tracy's - phone number, even (569-6201, in case you were wondering).
Once I've got a number, it's very, very unlikely I'll forget it in the near future. Especially if a particular number can in some way be likened to something that I know. For example, my old band director's home number was 363-3666, and I thought that was too creepy, especially considering that his name was John Christian, but he signed his name more like 'J. Christ.' (the whole '666' part just gave me the willies).
For example, when I first knew the phone number 502-1978, I remember thinking to myself, "Cool! 1978! That's one year before my birth year! The only thing that would have made that number cooler is if it *had* been my birth year!" (ex. 502-1979)
Not only that, but for almost 9 months, the owners of that particular phone number were the ONLY people I knew in the greater Omaha area with a prefix of '502.' Until
Maria and her family moved here. Their number also begins with '502' now, and this has caused me trouble from the beginning of learning it.
See, my fingers just dial too quickly for my brain, sometimes. Therefore, several times I've caught myself with 502-1... already out before I realize, hang up and start over again.
But not tonight. No, tonight my brain was determined to stay out of my fingers' way until much too late. I dialed the full number, waited through a ring or two, and then heard a slightly dorky guy voice answer, "Hello?"
Thinking that it must've been Bobby (Maria's husband), I said, "Hey..." Then for a split-second I thought, "You know, that just really doesn't sound like Bobby. That sounds like--"
*smacks head*
And then I realized who exactly I had called by accident. I immediately knew the number/finger mix-up had happened, and I said, "Sorry, wrong number. It's *YOU*, isn't it Kirby?"
Ugh.
So, I meant to call a friend, and instead I accidently called a very decidedly ex-friend in the process. Instead, I heard a voice I would have been quite happy to not hear again.
And I sincerely wish that Maria's number weren't so darn close to theirs -- it almost feels like an undeserved punishment to them.
Stupid memory. Why can't I just occasionally FORGET a phone number or two?
Once I've got a number, it's very, very unlikely I'll forget it in the near future. Especially if a particular number can in some way be likened to something that I know. For example, my old band director's home number was 363-3666, and I thought that was too creepy, especially considering that his name was John Christian, but he signed his name more like 'J. Christ.' (the whole '666' part just gave me the willies).
For example, when I first knew the phone number 502-1978, I remember thinking to myself, "Cool! 1978! That's one year before my birth year! The only thing that would have made that number cooler is if it *had* been my birth year!" (ex. 502-1979)
Not only that, but for almost 9 months, the owners of that particular phone number were the ONLY people I knew in the greater Omaha area with a prefix of '502.' Until
Maria and her family moved here. Their number also begins with '502' now, and this has caused me trouble from the beginning of learning it.See, my fingers just dial too quickly for my brain, sometimes. Therefore, several times I've caught myself with 502-1... already out before I realize, hang up and start over again.
But not tonight. No, tonight my brain was determined to stay out of my fingers' way until much too late. I dialed the full number, waited through a ring or two, and then heard a slightly dorky guy voice answer, "Hello?"
Thinking that it must've been Bobby (Maria's husband), I said, "Hey..." Then for a split-second I thought, "You know, that just really doesn't sound like Bobby. That sounds like--"
*smacks head*
And then I realized who exactly I had called by accident. I immediately knew the number/finger mix-up had happened, and I said, "Sorry, wrong number. It's *YOU*, isn't it
Kirby?"Ugh.
So, I meant to call a friend, and instead I accidently called a very decidedly ex-friend in the process. Instead, I heard a voice I would have been quite happy to not hear again.
And I sincerely wish that Maria's number weren't so darn close to theirs -- it almost feels like an undeserved punishment to them.
Stupid memory. Why can't I just occasionally FORGET a phone number or two?
