Had an emotional rollercoaster weekend. Work - we're still short a manager, and it's stressful to say the least being one of the bosses. Even though I still get two days off, I find I'm working a lot of overtime and am just exhausting myself.

Saturday was one of those days. I got home about 5:30, took a brief nap and then just lazed about. Just before dinner, the phone rang - my Dad was about to be admitted to the hospital - his vital signs were dangerously low.

Sunday I had to go to work - but couldn't keep it together. My dad is never sick. Never in the hospital. Ever. So with the blessings of my co-workers, I took off for home, grabbed youngest son and needed stuff, and went down to San Diego to see my father.

An up and down visit with him - he was doing better, but also had verbal diarreah - I've never heard him garrolous before, and in a loud voice to boot. We stayed with him for two hours before we headed back to his house to spend the night.

The next morning brought a scare - a wispy spot on his lung that the docs weren't sure what it was. He got a cat scan, but before that could be read the pulmonary specialist came by and told him the spot was probably a result of some pain med he's taking for his right knee - arthritis. ALL of his symptoms could, possibly, be traced back to that medication.

The doc is going to talk to the other doc and get him off that script but - oh my. Talk about the ups and downs. We left him around 2pm, after the cat scan but before the pulmonary visit - got back up here by 5. I was napping when the call came in that he's lung cancer free (because that's what Dad immediately thought it was). Yay!

So - sigh. Went to kung fu last night, let out some steam, but then got home so physically tired.

And the work week starts up again this afternoon.

Writing? What's that, again? I was going to write this morning over at coffee bean, but the thought of getting into the car just wasn't appealing - even though the drive would be three minutes or so, and not three hours...