When will I ever get well?

I guess this is my life's lesson on "How I am Not Invincible."  Still dizzy, still no energy, still on 2-3 meds, depending upon how bad the chest pain and pounding heart are. I have 2 scans next week, 2-3 hours each which I have to get a shot before and take medicine for 15 days to protect my thyroid.  The scan is to discover whether something is wrong with my adrenal gland.  Guess I'll find that out next week.

Greg is helping out a lot; so are the kids, and my mom and sisters and aunt.  It's wonderful to have family, and I appreciate them more than ever.

I hope to have an answer before Christmas, otherwise it'll be a very different holiday season for us.

Where have I been?

In the hospital.  I went early Monday morning, and stayed for 4 days.  My blood pressure has been really high, and I'd been having chest pains, nosebleeds and a racing heart.   They found some weird enzymes in my blood that they thought might be because I had a heart attack, so they did a cardiac catheterization (including bikini wax, yargh) and they found there was nothing wrong with my heart.   Yea!  But after many, many different kinds of hbp meds through IV and pills, they still don't know what's causing the racing heart and hbp.  So they sent me home with different meds, which sort of seem to work (today is Day One).  I hope to be back to work on Monday, but I'll have to see how it goes this weekend.  My arms are all black and blue from the IV and unsuccessful IV-attempts made, though.  Sad to find out I am NOT invincible and I really can't just do what I want to do with this body anymore.

You know what I was thinking?  I'd rather give up junk food than give up exercise.  I guess that's a good realization.

Halloween 09

Right now, 6 teenagers are in my house eating junk food and watching "Silence of the Lambs."  Clarisssssssse....!  They just came back from the Haunted House at the local neighborhood gym.  Casey wanted to go too, so we walked down there and while we were waiting in line, we heard so much screaming that she changed her mind.  Walking back, she told me she was torn between wanting to go, yet being too scared to actually go in.  I told her that it was ok not to go, and when she was no longer torn about going or not going then she was ready to go.  I also told her this slightly inappropriate story.

When I was at the market earlier getting plates it was fairly deserted because it was 9:00pm.  As I was going to the cashier I saw a man fully decked out in Wizard gear: purple coat with stars and moons and all peering closely at the beer.  It took a lot for me to not to say to him "you couldn't just wave your wand and get beer?"

All the way home we took turns waving my umbrella which had her wand stuck into it, saying "POOF, BEER!"

I learned two things.  A funny story can make scary go away.  And I'm becoming one of those people who says things to complete strangers.