what a week it's been. dad in the hospital, found out monday that today was going to be my last day at work - thanks to budgets and re-orgs. it looks like my pimpin' agency is going to come through with some other stuff. if i could afford to just take the summer off i would. i loved the last gig in some ways, there were a couple of things i'd change, but it was good. everything turns out for the best, so i'm not terribly worried. i ended up going to the doctor today to find out i just need to poop (hi dooce). i've never had this issue in my LIFE. i'm a good pooper. like clockwork. but apparently not now. then the doc informed me that i have some other issues. thanks i'll wait for the blood work before i get worked up. i have other stress on my dance card right now. i'm too tired and fried to even remotely try to be funny about it.

on the phone to gracie tonight and she laughed. "you have the most embarrassing doctor stories"! i suppose - but that's why i end up at the doctor. if i had the archives up i'd remind y'all about the trip to the ER with b. last year. at the end of our first date (a week long) i thought i had had a brain anurism. got a cat scan, the whole show. brain was fine. do you know that some people get migraines every time they have sex? yikes. there's a term for it. thankfully it's not relevant in my life.

in the manly measure of how he feels, dad says that he usually could do 15 minutes of yardwork (weeding and stuff) and then he'd have to sit down for 15 minutes. after surgery he went for 45 minutes of yardwork and was ok. that's a 200% improvement on the manly yardwork scale. so that's good.

it's hot, it feels like someone kicked me in the kidneys and i would love to poop.