JD was up at 04:30 this morning and I got up to say goodbye to him and then I went straight back to bed. I do believe that he got off on time, at least for the first leg of his trip. He wasn't so lucky on the second leg, though. Seems that he missed the plane on the transfer in St. Louis. Anyways, he called me at work at probably 10:30 and wanted brother Dan's phone number... I didn't have it, of course, but I gave him Karen's work number, since she always carries her address book. So I guess that he got ahold of him all right, but I haven't heard from them yet, so I need to continue worrying... After mulling it over, I realize that I should have given him Moms number in Enid, and she could've emailed Dan to let him know if she couldn't get him by phone... O'well, Monday morning quarterbacking... It was a busy day, and I was stationed at the console, probably my least favorite place to be when it's really busy... that's where the pressure comes to bear. I always get the feeling that I'm holding everyone up, but maybe everyone else feels that they're holding me up, I dunno. Regardless, we all get through it together. Later... So, it is everybody's duty as kids to keep their moms from worrying about them. And their dads, too, come to think of it. I got a piece of really, really bad news from a patient yesterday, and I needed to do a search on the web to confirm it. I did this after I'd written yesterday... Really, really bad. Bad bad. Licorice increases your blood pressure. People with hypertension shouldn't eat it. At all. Damn damn damn. Everything, everything, EVERYTHING that I love seems to be bad for me! And it's hard to maintain my rose-colored glasses lately, even without that last spot of bad news. But anyway... remember how stupid I felt when I didn't know that if you had hypertension you shouldn't take ibuprofen? Besides feeling stupid about the licorice deal, I am deeply hurt by the fact that if I ever do eat licorice again I'll feel as guilty as if I'd smoked a cigar or two. Life, as I frequently point out, just ain't fair. Looks like I would just stop pointing that out, but I need to mention it every time life smacks me in the face with its general suckiness, as it has so often lately. All the same, life is plenty fun. Sometimes you just have to look harder for the fun... and if it isn't there, you have to make your own fun with your own head. Or sleep a lot. That's pretty fun too, sometimes.
I got a call from JD a little while ago, he made it with no further mishaps. I can stop worrying now... well, up to a certain point. You never stop worrying about your kids... right, Mom?
Damn!