So I visited the cardiologist today. This is really frustrating. It's like no one believes me because my blood pressure and heart beat are statistically fine, except no one wants to believe that I am having chest pains and heart palpitations.
We'll schedule you for a stress test and echocardiogram in 3 weeks. Nice. Until then we'll give you a heart monitor. Every time you feel something press this button, and better yet, you get to keep a journal of when/where/what so that after you press the button 5 times, you get to call it in.
Every time you press the button, it buzzes for one minute. This is going to go over really well at work. The little sticky electrode things are suppose to make my skin raw......that'll be fun, don't you think.
After the pepper dinner disaster last night, Warren went to the man cave and didn't emerge until he left for work this morning. I've not heard hide nor hair from him today, although I do know he has class.
I'm making dinner tonight, and, made soup for tomorrow night as well. I'm pretty sure that he is not going to join us for dinner. This is one of his MO's when he's either mad at me or thinks I'm mad at him.
Honestly, I can't be arsed with it.
We'll schedule you for a stress test and echocardiogram in 3 weeks. Nice. Until then we'll give you a heart monitor. Every time you feel something press this button, and better yet, you get to keep a journal of when/where/what so that after you press the button 5 times, you get to call it in.
Every time you press the button, it buzzes for one minute. This is going to go over really well at work. The little sticky electrode things are suppose to make my skin raw......that'll be fun, don't you think.
After the pepper dinner disaster last night, Warren went to the man cave and didn't emerge until he left for work this morning. I've not heard hide nor hair from him today, although I do know he has class.
I'm making dinner tonight, and, made soup for tomorrow night as well. I'm pretty sure that he is not going to join us for dinner. This is one of his MO's when he's either mad at me or thinks I'm mad at him.
Honestly, I can't be arsed with it.
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