When people I know have fathers who die, it makes me anxious and sad, because I know that day will come for me, too, and I still don't know how I'll be able to handle it.

My sore throat tightens at the very thought.

I've been to Kaiser and seen the docs there. I've gotten diagnosed as having brought back a Rome virus with me, and given cough syrup with codeine in it to combat the coughs at night. I've also had blood taken for a battery of tests, and have scheduled a mammogram tomorrow and a complete physical in early April. Basically, I've been badgered into making sure I'm healthy by my hubby, bless him.

We've watched over an hour of the video he took in Rome. Not bad! It brings it all back. Now as long as I don't turn into a video junkie and play the damned thing over and over, I think I'll be okay.

Looped, I am. I think. Tired, at any rate. And the kids are off school tomorrow.

Sigh.