The Good, the Really Good, and the Should Have Been Expected Bad.

First, the Good news- the angiogram showed no blockages, no heart damage. The cardiologist said, and this is a quote, "his heart looks fantastic. I wish I had his heart."  No stent. They were able to go through his wrist for the angio instead of the groin and he was released last night.

Second, the Really Good- the positive stress test last week was a false positive. He heart is no worse off than it was  years ago, he did not have a heart attack, etc. His cholesterol is fine, seems the problem will be mostly hypertension. (I wish we weren't going to have to pay a billion dollars (after insurance) to find this out, but YAY.  Yes, it's a warning, yes Mike is taking it, please, no more lectures to him (OR ME.) Good grief people, we KNOW.

Last, the Should Have Been Expected Bad- between last night when he came back to the hotel, and this morning when I drove us 3 hours home, I got sick. I feel like total crap. I took a 3 hour nap and woke up feel much the same, like crap. Hey! Mike's healthy? you held it together for a week and shuttled patients and kids around? Great job. Here, let's break your immune system now. Blergh.  Not sure yet if I'll be back tomorrow for Random Friday or not.

Thank you everyone for your prayers and thoughts, it was greatly appreciated by us both.

Weekly Recap 3

Geez! I can't even blog ONCE a week? I might as well throw in the towel and go home.

So what happened to keep me away? Work was insane- no free time there to sneak in blogging. My head cold didn't fully go away until Monday. Then on Thursday I went to get the monkey only to discover that he was sick. AND WAS HE EVER! On Saturday we took him to the doctor only to find he has Influenza A, an ear infection, AND strep throat. So that pretty much wiped out the weekend. He's on the mend now, thankfully.

What did I get done? A good bit on the baby's room, mostly in terms of large furniture moving. I cut up the pieces of the baby's quilt. I sewed one little bag. I finished no books.

Last Monday Catherine at everyday life as lyric poetry posted a great post about babies growing up and becoming independent. It really struck a chord with me and I kept it in my reader all week because I couldn't bring myself to think about it enough to go comment. Perhaps it's the pregnancy hormones, but the idea that my sweet monkey boy won't need me to carry him or snuggle him or help him soon makes me sad. They aren't supposed to grow up! Yesterday we got invitations to send for his 3rd birthday party. How is this possible? I know, I have another one on the way so baby time is not over at my house, but it will be soon for the Monkey. And it makes me a bit sad.

And one little note that I feel compelled to post about- a lot of blogs that I read are switching to partial feeds for various reasons, some of them legit. This is fine. But I just need to say that if you have a partial feed, and you don't say anything interesting or anything AT ALL about what the post it about in that partial feed- I don't go read it. I'm sorry. I understand why you'd chose to do it, but please, grab some attention with those first sentences. I'm sure I'm not the only reader who feels this way.