Chaos, Panic Disorder . . .

Well, in a nutshell, the navy brat was just that and pissed several workers off. I managed to almost finish my proof of X1 finding more errors. And I ended up getting a call from mum basically saying that no matter what, my stepdad has about 4 months, if that, to live. Seems the meds he's taken all his life are destroying his kidneys but if they give him a blood transfusion to clean them out of his system his heart won't take it. So, it's either finish destroying his heart or finish destroying his kidneys. Either way you look at it, it's not good. Hence my earlier cry session and calling out of work tomorrow. It's not going to be easy but we're going to have to go see him. No doubt I'll break down again then considering I want to cry as I type this (and the call was at 4:30ish pm and here it is going on 11:30ish pm.) Surprisingly, even though it was the navy brat who answered, he did seem kinda concerned when I called out and told me to take as much time as I needed, probably because my voice broke and I started crying again.

So yeah, life sucks.