wednesday
After yesterday's doctor visit...
I went in first and things were good. There were some things in my blood work that were a little high or low and the doc assured me that it wasn't too far off. Not to worry. I did ask what he thought my right arm problem was and he manipulated it a bit and said he thinks it is my rotator cuff and gave me a packet of exercises to do. That sounded good to me. Then Dave went in. I waited in the outer waiting room for him and when he came out he looked like he was in shock. The feeling in his upper chest that he thought was an allergic reaction to the dust from his sawmill was actually a myocardial infarction. They did an ECG in the office and in a couple weeks he is supposed to do a stress test. That will tell us more. He was planning to go on a fishing trip to Canada with his brothers later this month and the doc said it would be better for him to stay close to home. Told him to take it easy. Disappointing. And scary.
So that's mainly what's on my mind. I'm going to think that it can't be terrible or they would be putting him in the hospital so that is good. But it's still bad and concerning.
Today. Berdella is opening her back room up for an art group meeting. Don't know how many of us there will be - maybe just me and her. But in any case it will be good just to have a couple hours to dedicate to doodling and drawing on the pages of my new book in the company of another woman.
I like to have a picture to share with my posts and this is the one and only picture I've taken in the last 24 hours:
Rainy being kissed early this morning. I was up at 3:30 and weaving at the dining table when she wanted onto my lap.
I went in first and things were good. There were some things in my blood work that were a little high or low and the doc assured me that it wasn't too far off. Not to worry. I did ask what he thought my right arm problem was and he manipulated it a bit and said he thinks it is my rotator cuff and gave me a packet of exercises to do. That sounded good to me. Then Dave went in. I waited in the outer waiting room for him and when he came out he looked like he was in shock. The feeling in his upper chest that he thought was an allergic reaction to the dust from his sawmill was actually a myocardial infarction. They did an ECG in the office and in a couple weeks he is supposed to do a stress test. That will tell us more. He was planning to go on a fishing trip to Canada with his brothers later this month and the doc said it would be better for him to stay close to home. Told him to take it easy. Disappointing. And scary.
So that's mainly what's on my mind. I'm going to think that it can't be terrible or they would be putting him in the hospital so that is good. But it's still bad and concerning.
Today. Berdella is opening her back room up for an art group meeting. Don't know how many of us there will be - maybe just me and her. But in any case it will be good just to have a couple hours to dedicate to doodling and drawing on the pages of my new book in the company of another woman.
I like to have a picture to share with my posts and this is the one and only picture I've taken in the last 24 hours:
Rainy being kissed early this morning. I was up at 3:30 and weaving at the dining table when she wanted onto my lap.