Okay, emergency state of the fuzzy address.

Sine 1996 my mom has been diagnosed with Alpha 1 Antitripsin Disorder (google it, PLEASE.) which is a degenerative lung condition, and for the past 7 years she's been on oxygen.

For the past 3 years she's been jumping through every hoop with the transplant coordinator for a lung transplant. Today, while we were staying as a vacation at a friend's house and finishing up lunch, she got a Call.

There's a single right lung in Chicago.

This is mixed news, they haven't YET gotten the crossmatching done for her bloodtype and the donor's yet. 15-75 minutes away from that little nugget of news. A single lung isn't good because her other bad lung will likely keep expanding and push the new one out, decreasing her odds of survival (not to mention she'll be banned for life from pomegranates and grapefruits due to the medications she'll be taking after the transplant).

We're actually praying it isn't a match but we're going to have to go down to Chicago anyways just in case.

Milliways friends, PLEASE PASS THIS EMERGENCY NOTICE ON.

3 interviews this week, in order, a part-time bartending gig, a full time secondshift job at a sausage factory (hush you), and a line cook at an indie bistro in a fancy resort, the interveiw of which I had today and got told to come over for training this friday.

When I get home, there's a message for me in gmail about the bartending gig. pay ain't what i'd want and the only benefit is tips. Then I get a phonecall from the staffing agency that's hiring for the sausage packing plant (shush you or it's the cattleprod) saying they'd be willing to hire me. I talk with them a bit and they said I could reapply and they'd keep my application on record should the cook thing fall through.

Not so much luck with the bartending gig, but in all.

YAY! JOB!