After spending several days in the hospital, I am finally home with my own 'pharmacy.' This time it was my heart. I have been seeing a heart specialist for 6 or 8 months and could never document the "crazy" dance of my blood pumping organ.
On my way to taking Mock to work Monday, my heart started doing it's "Cha Cha" dance. Some times it quits after a few minutes. That day it didn't. My heart doctor's office is on the road I was using to return to the apt. I called ahead and asked if they could do a "quick" EKG. I didn't plan on the "dance pattern" my heart produced, nor the fact that my blood pressure was 169/97. Being across from the hospital is convenient, yet...
"Let me stop and walk my dog; she's in the car." They assured me I HAD to be admitted, then! They would take care of my dog. I called "The relative I can't mention" told him the situation and he
happened to be off work for a doctor's appointment. He said he would get Ween and take her home. I text Mock the location of the car, and proceeded to be "wheeled" across the parking lot to Sand Lake Hospital. I probably get the prize for most tests this week. "The relative" said when he arrived, the nurses were playing with Ween outside and letting her potty at her leisure.
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Tom is traveling to CA and should be there some time tonight. This is a picture out of his car window. I can assure you mine was not as pretty, although it was a suite. Staying anywhere else is nice; even in the best of locations, there's still no place like home.
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