Bring a Book

I love the sight of my husband's Camaro pulling into the circle drive in front of the U. I am happy to report that my last crazy test is done. Well, I am sure it won't be the last one as they always come up with something but it is the last one that I know about for now. I had a lung perfusion test this morning and a right heart cath. I was told I would get sedation during the heart cath but it wasn't really true. Sedation changes the results which is a bummer. I will again save you the details as I know my mom reads my blog. I can't move my neck very well yet but it should wear off in a few more hours.

I was really glad to have a new book with me today. I am presently in two book clubs and try to make a third one every once in a while. I have a lot of time to read while I do my vests but I was out of reading material today. I was really thankful for a stack of books that my neighbor brought over. One of them was a story about adoption and a great distraction in the waiting room.

I get a lot of slack about always responding, "I'm okay." People are always asking how I am doing and if I am feeling better. I told my friend that I think one of the reasons people respond that way is that they might just believe it if they say it enough times. I can't ever really tell if I am "better" when it comes to IV drugs. The PFT scores tell the story usually and they don't always agree with me. I also don't want to sound terrible either and the details aren't pretty. If you get a vague or okay answer from me, it usually just means that little ears are listening or I just would rather not think about it at that moment. It is kind of like my husband's response when people ask him how fast his race car can go. He usually looks at me and simply says, "I'll tell you later." He won't answer the question in my presence.

Blessings,

Cindy