Hubby's first heart attack was probably at a gaming convention in Vegas. He said he felt sweaty and sick, then a woman grabbed him and shoved him in a chair. "I am a cardiac nurse. You're having a heart attack." But Hubby said, "No, I'm not." "You need to go to the hospital." "No, I don't." She gave him a dirty look and said, "Then you need to see a doctor when you get home." "OK."
He did see a doctor, who ran him through a bunch of tests and asked him why he was wasting the time of people who could be taking care of actual heart patients, sent him home, and less than a week later I was dragging him into the ER for his first official cardiac infarction--which wasn't officially declared until 20 hours after he went into the ER. Hearts are sneaky things.
My mom has had at least one stroke that she didn't notice. She was getting some tests done, and the readings all said that she'd had a stroke about a year earlier, and she had no idea when it had happened.
My mom has had at least one stroke that she didn't notice. She was getting some tests done, and the readings all said that she'd had a stroke about a year earlier, and she had no idea when it had happened.
Isn't that nuts? Heart attacks and strokes seem like things you should definitely notice. Sneaky as hell, man.
Speaking of fries, I had three glorious forkfuls of garlic mashed with parm and cottage cheese yesterday. Living on the edge, ITYW. I've done pretty well with the potatoes-tomatoes-ban on my diet. I make H get fries maybe three times a year, so I can steal four or five, and that's my annual potato cheat. But I'd been *jonesing* for garlic mashed for several days--to the point of dreaming about them. So he made some for dinner, and I womanfully stopped at three bites. But, man, did I luxuriate in those mouthfuls!
All best thoughts for Dad of Tep, Kato, and also Darby's fellow puppies.
Does the brontosaurus thing mean we get Pluto back next?
Also, truffle fries are always the correct choice.
I texted to ask if he got truffle fries, and he replied "Not yet."
we get Pluto back next?
I hope not. I'm on Team Tyson, all the way.
In mememe news, the movers were slated to be here between 10 and 2. It's 12:50 pm, and I WANT TO GET MOVED.
I mean, if you have to move on your freaking anniversary, let's get this shit out of the way, yo.
In more Suzi's new house likes carrots - cable companies are annoying. I have to enter the new address to see what services are available there, but since I don't own the home yet and the seller hasn't cancelled her services yet, I can't actually get in to see anything. If I look at my current address, the offers are skewed because the apartment community has a special deal with Comcast. Built into our rent is basic cable services, so I currently pay a very nominal amount for more channels.
I tried to chat with a representative and it was all script responses. I'm close to going off cable completely, but I haven't been able to make that jump yet.
All best thoughts for Dad of Tep, Kato, and also Darby's fellow puppies.
This.
Yo movers! Get Strix moved so she can get on with the celebrating.
