I do suffer from this evil imbalance of brain chemicals, and despite my medication to keep me from cycling from lows to highs, it is hitting me pretty hard this month. I bailed on VancouFur after only a few hours, ignoring my desire to see the panels, and not doing my volunteer shifts. Of course, this destroys my chance to get to know the local community.

The main reason for this depression? My dad has a brain tumor. Surgery was scheduled for yesterday, and despite making it all the way down to the waiting area, it was cancelled at the last moment. My dad also has a heart conidtion, so they wanted to have more specalists around, and with all the trauma cases coming in they just did not have the team. So I spent 24 hours awake, and had to high of the surgery finally going to happen, only to crash at the 11th hour. I was almost ready to start breaking things. Now all I can do is sit here at home and feel impotent while waiting to hear if we get another date. His doctor has no surgery time for nearly two weeks however.....


\May you live in interesting times is a horrid curse.