A Little Hiccup In My Giddalong
Two Saturdays ago, I was scheduled to take my mother and brother to the Greek Food Festival. I hadn’t felt “right” all day…my chest felt tight and I was having a bit of breathlessness. Regardless, I plugged along, dragging their asses behind me. It was an especially fun day since Clynt didn’t want to be there and had temper tantrums the whole time. That makes mom mad, so suffice it to say, we had SO much fun.
Over the course of the week, my blood pressure has gone up and down no matter what I took (or how many), commencing in a tremendous headache on Friday. Nothing was helping, so I decided to contact the doctor, who made an appointment for me the next day.
You know, I probably should have paid more attention to that chest pain.
Looks like I had a tiny heart attack that day. I just completed a treadmill test, along with blood tests, and though the results have just been sent to my doctor, the doctor who read the test as I was doing it assures me that I won’t drop dead anytime soon.
At least from a massive heart attack.
So, begrudgingly, I’ve said goodbye to my little cigarette friends, and I really do need to lose that weight, don’t I? Dang, just when “Joan” bodies are coming back in style.
Mom and Clynt are, of course, in complete denial that something happened to me, and are pretending that all is the same. Get me this, take me there, call them, pick up that…such is my life.
So, because I was unable to post a funny ad for you today, here’s a baby horse playing with a ball. See you tomorrow!