~Thought I might be dying.** A little. Maybe. Probably not.
~Against better judgement, visited WebMD. Convinced myself I was actually dying.
~Took COO's car*** and went to urgent care facility in the middle of the afternoon.
~Inadvertently left book at home. Consequently, achieved level 20 on Brick Breaker on my BlackBerry while sitting in the doctor's office.
~Got an EKG (breaking news: my heart works!), a diagnosis of bronchospasms, and an inhaler. (Now feel like a six-year-old again.)
~Saw a dude on the Metro with a tuba. No instrument case, just a guy with a tuba.
~Bought a pineapple.
**Gross exaggeration.
***Borrowed (not hot-wired, obviously). She offered it, probably because she didn't want me dying on the clock.
Holy Pete I had three EKGs last weekend. Do you think our hearts are in cahoots? Could it possibly be a sign that we both need less stress in our lives and more big shiny boats that sail us to wonderful ports of call?
ReplyDeleteY'all need to stay away from me. I do not need to be worrying about EKGs while we move in 2 weeks.
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