||[Mar. 14th, 2006|11:48 pm]
Saturday I started an exercise and diet program at a local Curves for Women. Much less intimidating than a Health and Fitness Center. Actually Saturday I PAID to start an exercise program - haven't actually made it there yet. But its been a helluva week already.
3 am Monday morning, Hubby Ric says, "Honey, you need to take me to the hospital." Because I was very soundly asleep, my response was, "Huh?" "H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L" he spells at me. Now fully awake I find out he is having chest pains and shortness of breath. At that hour of the morning there is no traffic, so between getting us both dressed and driving to Walter Reed, we were in the ER by 3:45.
Long story short - 45 year old men should not dead-lift heavy furniture lest they pull ches muscles and scare themselves to death. AND they get to spend 10 hours in the ER, have multiple blood tests and do impromptu stress tests in order to reassure everybody that things are A-OK. Just a pulled muscle and a little too much stress.
One room left to paint, quilt will be back this week and I leave for Vegas in a week. NO stress here!
My Granddaughters will be two on the 29th of this month and my mother and I get to be there. This also means I get to see my ex after 11 pleasant years of not seeing him.