Why am I surprised yet again that (a) I defaulted to calling my totally unemotional, unsupportive dr father for advice and received the same distant, less than compassionate response and no follow up, par usual? And worse (b) hoped that he would have changed in some smallish type way that he would have at least called to see how I was doing?

He has never been the warm and fuzzy type but for gosh sake. Wtf.

I am such a dope.