I’m okay. The follow up visit with the cardiologist has been changed to Christmas Eve. When I complained to the scheduler about such a long wait, she assured me that if it were serious the doctor would have called within 24 hours of the test. Okay, so it’s not serious enough for a same day phone call but important enough for me to come back for a consult. . . on Christmas Eve. Yea, I know I should be grateful for the fact that it’s not serious instead of being annoyed at the wait. But if it turns out to be a stress thing . . . don’t they think the stress of waiting THREE WEEKS for results would be bad for my health. Bleah.
Speaking of stress . . . MIL has decided she wants to have Christmas Eve dinner at her house. And she’s doing the cooking. I give up on that one. I’ll just be sure to arrive a the appointed time with the deviled eggs. Any offers from me to help have been pooh-poohed by her. More Bleah.
Weird weather. Snow one day, ice the next, then rain. It’s a wonder we don’t all have pneumonia or some kind of cold.
Bright spot of the day . . . sitting on the floor with Luci and Blacky and having them fall asleep in my lap.