Sometimes really cool things come in brown bags....
and... other times, it's not so cool.
Heart monitors, not classified in that cool category. But if you have been following my need for a doctor, you are jumping out of your seat right now, because I finally went. Please, feel free to pat me on the back.
A couple little spells and now I have to be driven around like Ms. Daisy for two.whole.weeks. While my husband goes out of town for part of it. And my child has a fever. Yeah, this brown bag is not nearly as fun as the last one. And the fact that one of the monitors is stuck UNDER my boob. For some of you, that would just be called your ribcage and no where near your boob. But for me, it's more like a hidden Easter Egg and yeah, it's annoying! And the fact that I keep hitting my little "oh crap I'm having a spell" button on accident, is just as frustrating. Now I have to call it in and explain that, "yeah, I'm an idiot and can't keep from hitting the button."
Oh oh oh oh oh... wanna hear the worst part???? I can't drink.at.all! The meds he has me on make me super tired and are suppose to increase the effects of alcohol. 'nuff said. You can now send your condolences!
10 hours ago