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Is BlondeAverage Reader Midnight's wife?
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Is BlondeAverage Reader Midnight's wife?
I have been thinking about you and your wife all day.. You both have had such a tuff year... I have been through the stroke trauma, with my Husband's illness... for me, it was the waiting that was so brutal, and the "NOT KNOWING".. like how bad is IT, I am sending good vibes your way, my friend...love you bunches...
Thanks everyone, Vickie's better; they are running tests to find the problem. Thought it was a stroke, may be blood clots. Will update (by the way, we live in Texas, not UK).
Thank you, so much, for keeping us in the loop, Midnight.
Anybody else rather humbug about this Christmas season? Fresh off two days in CICU and I get to put in 40+ hours in the next four days...:???: New hires call in with a sniffle and I have to go into work with a cardiac infection and a newly replaced PICC line. That was a mess, and a big part of the reason I was in CICU. But I am upright, ambulatory, noncontaigous, and sentient...Rue's going with, too. (Service certified). Not something I generally do this time of year given the hectic environment, but he knows when things go south with me long before they go critical. He poked at me on Monday before I went to work and I ignored him. He was right.
He is a warning that cannot be ignored and I have him for a reason...Telling someone who has never dealt with cardiac issues and chest pain that you don't feel right, doesn't generally have much effect. If people cannot see it the issue does not exist. 'You're fine...' is a common response. Sure, on the surface because you cannot see pulse rate, high blood pressure, and a damaged circulatory system. The dog, people can see. The dog, people believe...So Rue goes, too.
I know the holidays can be wondrous, but right now...They suck.
I don't know what to get her. &[email protected]! -I bought her this thing, not cheap, and someone compared it to a mop or a vacuum cleaner. F-u. I vacuum! But now I have doubts. I can't buy her clothes.... f-ing -just go in the damn closet and later get given away/ tossed. No fashion items . Ok , I get that. Jewelry? Again?! Isn't that fashion!? They never get worn, anyway. What the hell do I do?! I'm starting to panic, get palpitations, I can't afford that Mercedes. Might as well be the Taj Mahal. Trip to St. Kitts?! I gotta work. My chest hurts. Heartburn... And no, the f-ing thought does not always count, okay? "just don't buy me anything, "- yeah, right... "It's a Trap!" -yes Admiral Akbar, we know. Panic! Shame! Turmoil! F-ing Mall?! No! Fate worse than... Okay, just breath, calm... Well, she likes peanut butter... "Peanut Butter"!!? Wth!? Oh gawd, I'm losing it. Help me Santa, Mr. Wizard, someone.