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fall cleaning and caffeine


I’m out of the gate late this morning and don’t have a lot of time…

Caffeine Revelation:
Caffeine sensitivity must change when you get older… If I drink a pop or coffee (even just one) after 7PM, I can’t get a restful night of sleep.

I had one last night and spent the evening tossing and turning and waking up every 45 minutes… This may have something to do with the Straterra since historically I used to be able to down a double espresso drink and take a nap.

Nonetheless – I wound up staying in bed this morning until the absolute critical last second before having to jump up, shower, get dressed and get into the office.

Got an incredible amount of work done going through those boxes that have been cluttering up the house since we moved in… Now there’s a big pile to go to dad’s basement… and another for what we’ve decided will be a “Haunted Car Port Sale” for next month.

Retail outing for spooky decorations and 25¢ dead mum hunting at the hardware store… (I don’t think they’ve paid more than two bits for any of the mums in the house which are turning into huge bushes at this point).

More thoughts chicken.

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my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend


Actually – I’m not that bad about blood…

I realized yesterday I never followed up about the results from Kevin’s stress test…. Primarily because I was sworn to secrecy on the matter until it was either A: resolved or B: Kevin was dead.

His first test came back bad… Like real bad… Like,… “it seems a part of your heart isn’t getting enough oxygen and is dying and or dead”…

Dreading a cardiac cath – Kev pleaded for anything else possible to diagnose the problem.

So they ordered up another stress test – but this time – the kind where they inject you with radioactive dye.

Well.. Come to find out a portion of his heart runs backwards,… or something to that effect… So on the first test – that part of his ticker I guess simply read as “not working”…. Once they re-did the test imaging the actual flow of blood – they figured it out.

Kevin, the teenage goth-girl trapped in a middle-aged man’s body – seemed a little disappointed to hear that at least a portion of his heart wasn’t made of coal.

So… anyway… It’s a benign thing… like my odd hip-hop heart beat.

He’s going to live………

…… for now….

*cue suspense music with screeching violins*

*deny blog*

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stress test


I guess 2005 will be the year we remember we became tobacco free, got heath insurance and subsequently started paying attention to our bodies.

Kevin’s health insurance came online after mine – so he had to do his first physical, (the first in 10 years), solo. He had the same great experience Chad and I had – including the giggly sense of violation brought on by the prostate exam at the deft finger(s) of our nurse practitioner…. wooogah… she’s a pro.

/asstalk

Strong family history and some other factors lead to her ordering a stress test for Kevin… He had the exam the other day.

He said it wasn’t a big deal… He described it as running power-walking one’s ass off on a treadmill while wearing a vest of wires.

Unlike my ticker diagnostic – Kev’s required a little shaving…

Poor guy looks like he had a knife fight with a barber.

Won’t know his results and stuff till next week.

I won’t blog about it.