*sigh* This one's bothering me more, for some reason. I mean, Uncle Paul's always been there. He's a fixture. Yes, we saw him just last month, but it's crazy. I really hope that the doctors can figure out what it is and that it's something reasonably easy to fix. In the meantime, there's not much I can do other than make sure Mom and Rich and I have all the information we can. I'm still the designated information officer for our branch, somehow, since I'm the one that calls the most often. My aunt's sounding a little frayed around the edges - she longs for the time when things were "normal and boring." I can't say as I blame her.
For now? Back to work, once I finish my chamomile tea. Here's hoping it's enough to stave off the panic attack that's threatening to come on and beat the tar out of me. I don't have time for this. Tea, dammit!