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Eric's father came in town yesterday.  He scared me.  Apparently, he ate some gas station hot dogs for lunch, as he traveled from Panama City to Birmingham, and became ill.  He couldn't keep anything down.  That wouldn't be too scary, but he's a diabetic.  He needs to keep up his blood sugar, and if nothing is being digested, then he's definitely not getting any sugar.  Eric and I thought we were going to have to go to the ER, so they could give him some drugs that would allow him to keep down some food.  He ended up drinking a coke, and laying down.  After a little nap he started feeling better.  Can you imagine being sick on the road?  I know that's a horrible feeling!  Anyways, he was awake bright and early this morning, so I assume that he's feeling better. -- But then you know what happens when you assume...

I ended up going to tap class.  I missed last week, and I was eager to get back.  I really enjoy going to tap because I am constantly learning new steps.  It is challenging, and I like it.  I can keep up most of the time, but when I learn a new step, I have to concentrate.  It's much different than jazz.  I like jazz because of the stretching and cardiovascular workout, but it isn't challenging.  I am not trying to bad-mouth either.  It is just that my old studio was strong in jazz, but weak in ballet.  If I were to take ballet at my new dance studio, I would probably be behind. 

I went to the doctor today.  Although I am not 100 percent healed from the surgery, I was okay-ed to resume all regular activities.  Finally, some good news from Dr. Kennedy!  It has almost become a joke. She always gives me bad news, or does something unpleasant to me.   I hope that my body returns back to normal.  I like Dr. Kennedy, but it is never the greatest day if I have to see her-- no offense Dr. K!