Remember how the dr thought I had hyperparathyroidism? And then more blood tests came back saying I didn't? Well, as it turns out, fucking McKinley thinks I'm a male born on 1/1/85. This means they might have tested the wrong blood. I got more drawn today, and I'm going back to this dr on Tuesday, so hopefully I'll find something out.

My dad had a second phone interview with a job in Seattle, and they want to fly him out there. This doesn't mean that he has the job, but it's a pretty good sign.