Strife Less

Cardiologist went ahead and did the heart cath tonight. No signs of aortic distress. It’s not her heart. I repeat. It’s not her heart.

So now, we figure out what exactly IT is.

Hopefully “They” will keep her until IT is found. Of course it’s all deemed possible by the insurance company.

I’m taking just a wee fistfull of sleepy eye and going to bed with Harlan Cobin.
I know. I know I pledge my heart to George. But I have no dvd/vcr in the bedroom. and Harlan is a effing good writer. I think I could have a “date” with that man. Tall. Smart. Witty. Oh so witty. Hmmmmmm.

by the way, happy full moon.

and i lost 2.6 today at weigh in.

and I did not eat my way through this night. OR drink my way through this night. one and a half beers. Total. right after work. That in itself is a miracle. . . but i cannot TELL you how much I want to smoke. anything. anything at all that is burning and close to my mouth.

this is why I’m going to bed at 9:24 in the pm. too many bad things calling out my name.

Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch. Ocean’s 13 is on HBO.