Tuesday Looms...

Just under twelve hours from now Beloved will take his stress test.

Cue scary music...

Details!

Believe it or not I've been rather silent about some medical issues that are taking place in my home. I know you are shocked, because let's face it, if it happens in my home, it's on this blog.

(my children sadly shake their heads)

I've already run the gambit when it comes to nearly losing a loved one. It wasn't much fun and I assure you I'd rather cut off my right arm than do it again.

Get the saw ready...

The problem this time is that I cannot simply drop everything and run to every doctor's appointment. In fact, I've already missed more than I care to mention. I hate that.

I need details people!

I've shared that I'm a worrier. You know, the whole mountains out of mole hills thing. I'm good at it, you know? But how can I truly work up a good worry, when I'm getting all my information second hand?

Ugggh!

It's driving me nuts! Tomorrow, while I'm at work, I'll miss yet another appointment. And let me just say that I didn't find out about this appointment until 5:20 this evening.

Someone needs to be smacked...


I need all the gory details. I need to know exactly what I'm dealing with. I need to know if I need to really worry or not.

How much babying do I need to do?

Does this require any nagging?

What about compassion? Will I need extra?

Will there be a hospital stay?

How much are these meds going to cost and will it take care of the problem?

How much weight will I gain because I'm pretending not to worry?

Drat!

Someone told me that if a couple makes it through their forties without one of them biting the bullet, than they have a pretty good chance at retirement.

Gee, thanks for that.

And one more thing. The last time we had a major medical issue it was right after my Beloved decided we needed to look into life insurance.

Guess who had an appointment at our house on Sunday...

I think insurance agents should be shot on sight.

So, I'm a little anxious. A little stressed. I can't really worry because, well, I don't have enough DETAILS to worry.

Guess I'll just keep on keepin' on until something interesting happens.

Pain!

A few weeks ago I hurt my lower back. Doing nothing, I might add.

Yesterday I tweaked my shoulder. It radiates from the Rhomboid muscle and moves up over my shoulder. My elbow feels strange. I'm in so much pain that I cannot take a deep breath.

And tonight is my dinner party...

All this adds up to a visit to the chiropractor.

I've never been. I'm a chiropractor virgin. I'm uber scared about it. I hate being touched by strangers. I'm so afraid that I won't be able to relax that I'll end up hurting more.

Beloved swears by the chiropractor and everyone from my co-workers at the gym to the checkout lady at the store are urging me to go.

At this point I feel like I don't have a choice. I have to go. I can't breath or function.

Again, I wasn't doing anything when this happened. I wasn't loading hay onto the truck or unloading grain. I wasn't stacking wood or working out.

Heaven help me!