I’ve created a FaceBook account and don’t know squat about how it works or nothin’. Somebody help me. I’ve been blogging since — since —- ok, look at the archive dates, that’s how long, and I love it. I’m even toying with a book idea but that’s on simmer.
Other than exposing my computer challenges, here is an update on my — at last! — visit to Cardio Man. The term itself conjures up a super hero image. Here he comes, Cardio Man (dah ta da ta dah la ta dah! It’s Cardio Man to the rescue!! wearing a red cape and sporting a big gold CM on his chest) Well, I hope he’s to the rescue. He looks like he could be the younger brother of the ME on CSI:NY, tall, skinny, way big smile with teeth to fill it up, uncut but not long hair, wears black instead of white doctor clothes, chatty, grinny, outgoing and leaves with “God bless.” His practice is as St. Mary’s so go figure on the God bless stuff.
Anyway, he went over all my comments, records, asked questions, said my supplements “can’t hurt” without endorsing so much as Omega3 (hrmmph) and scheduled me for a heart catheritization, what I’m fondly calling a dye job, next Friday. Pray they find something and fix it, ‘cuz I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired all the time. Chest pains waking me up at 5am feels like something is going on and needs fixing.
If I don’t need a stent, they keep me long enough to determine that the puncture in the thigh artery isn’t going to blow all over the inside of the car and if they do insert a stent or three, they keep me overnight to make sure …. uh, not sure… that my face turns pink again? I thought the pale face was makeup.
I’ll keep y’all posted.
Today I’ve managed to put a load of darks in the washer, empty the dishwasher, load it, try to figure out vat dar heck FaceBook is and how to use it, checked the email, and got winded getting up for coffee while web camming with the kids.