More boring Medical Updates

I am writing in my pj's and bed head praying that nothing turns worse so I don't get taken to the hospital like this.

When I was a kid my mom used to lay out my clothes for school. No, not high school. I did not wear a helmet in the house. I was a first grader. 

Apparently, on this day I didn't see the panties on the top of the dresser so went in the drawer and got a pair. 

I went to school all was well. UNTIL I got home.
As I opened the door into the kitchen to yell, I"m home, my mom was there at the door and immediately lifted my dress up!  She then sighed and said, "My God I thought you went to school with no underwear." She went into my bedroom after we left for school and she saw my underwear on the dresser so she assumed.

As I got older we laughed about that day. She also always said to wear your nice underwear in case you were in an accident. By the time I was 12 I asked if they would let me die if I was wearing no underwear or bad underwear. She would just make a motion with her hand dismissing me and say, Oh Peg. but she'd laugh. I admit making my mom laugh was a goal. Especially when she was dying of cancer. When I got her laughing it made my day. For some reason when you are 12 you think that will make her feel better. I'm sure it did but not in the way I was hoping at age 12. But I digress...

Last week when I realized I had to go to the ER I did my hair, changed from a sports bra to a regular bra, and actually thought of the above story. Will they mind I'm in an older pair of panties? Will they let me die? I had a chuckle to myself. But yet I blow-dried my hair and changed bras. What a damn fool. 

Something similar happened at the cardiologist. My bp was normal. But my chest pains are still off the charts as is my shortness of breath. They did the 100th EGK and of course textbook perfect. He wanted to check my swelling. What swelling I asked. I took off my boots and he felt around my ankles and I was wishing I wore high socks instead of no-show socks. Did I shave my legs? No not since returning from the hospital. Damn, he is all over my legs now. Shit!  

Why the hell does this shallow shit concern me when I can barely breathe. If I was as hairy as Sasquatch he would still have to work on me. So why do I do this to myself? Why does my mind go there?  Walking from the parking lot into the medical building was a huge strain. It did not matter if my legs were freshly shaved or not. Add the wind and boy it was difficult. I got to the lobby and there were 4 chairs with no one in them. I sat a bit and caught my breath before going upstairs to the doctor. 

Because my blood work and all exams were great yet I can't breathe well and have chest pains he is having me take a nuclear stress test on Tuesday. That will tell us if I have a blockage, a leaky valve or whatever. Yipee. I don't want either but I want a reason this is happening and I want it fixed STAT. I am not patient. I like getting up and moving and I am not a person who enjoys all this sitting around. In fact, I hate it. Don't get me wrong I like to be lazy from time to time. But I'm done. I want to exercise me and the dog and I want to move...without difficulty. Hopefully sooner than later. Walking Izzy has been a real strain. But this damn dog knows something is wrong with me and she is being so good.

I slept last night. 6 hours. It was wonderful. 

Someone sent me this meme from Holmes, Make It Right. (I love this guy and his crew!)  I had mentioned that people ask the price and then say things such as, Is that your final price? (I want to say, you need a lifeline, it reminds me of who wants to be a millionaire) Or they ask if we can do this for less? If we could we would have told you a lesser price. What other profession is this asked in? 

When you get a hair cut do you ask them to charge you less because you are special? 

A man tried to fix something himself. It was a hot mess. Far worse than it was when he started. So we were called in by his contractor. It was so bad Rick sent me photos. (we find these things funny) The man said how embarrassed he was, yada, yada, yada, 

I'm an attorney, not a handyman he said smugly to Rick. 

Of course, his handiwork makes more work than if he had just had us fix it the first time. So a price was given. He said that it was 1/2 of his Mercedes payment. Could we do it for less? First of all, the pompous balls on this guy to say his car by name. why? 

2nd no, Rick explained how he made more work for Rick and showed him how and what was going to be done. The man had made a hole as well so now he had a leak to the floor below which he didn't have before. 

He thought about it and said, "Okay" So we fixed it for the 'lawyer.'

I wonder if we hired him we'd get a break on his hourly rate? What do you think?

So you can imagine how much I like this meme that a friend sent me.(and she also knows how i love Mike Holmes)  See I'm slowly coming back to my smart ass self....very slowly, but I'm in here, bear with me.