1) I'm here and still alive, so far. Thanks to everyone who has been concerned! I'm glad you guys care. :) I have an appointment with the cardiologist today, and I sincerely hope that it doesn't end with another appointment to run on a treadmill and have my left boob make another new friend. I mean, because really, if that's going to happen, I'd like it to be in a much more relaxed setting. ; )
Ugh. You know what makes me mad about the whole situation? Ever since the original stress test I had, and after finding out that my left arm periodically going numb was due to the spine problems I have, I have not been worried about my heart at all. Not even a little bit. Granted, I know hereditary stuff is still a possibility and all, but the fears I had due to my dad's heart attack had gone away. Do you have any idea how rare that is for me? I worry about things. To be free of one of those worries was such a relief. Then out of nowhere, my heart decides its going to do a dumb thing and I have to start all over. It pisses me off! I'm too young for this! (Young being a relative term, obviously.) I'm (kind of) young and shouldn't be worried about things of this nature!
I do have a theory of my own about what happened, though. I think I have a food allergy that maybe I didn't have before. The only thing I did differently that day that I do everyday is that I ate a Cliff Bar. I don't like them, but I was in a hurry to get out to the door and do what I had to do, and it was the fastest thing I could get my hands on. I ate it, and 20 minutes later everything went to hell. I didn't think of that at the time, but when everything else came back normal, I thought maybe that could've been it. Who knows? Since the fiasco with the probiotics, I apparently can't eat dairy stuff anymore, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities that something in that bar caused me to have a bad reaction.
So, there you go. Hopefully it was a one time thing and I can go back to being a normal person who does normal things after I see the doc. However, if there is a new problem, and I'm talking worst case scenario stuff, I might need a few of you to help me cross some things off of my Bucket List! I've got too much I want to do in my life for this kind of nonsense. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
2) Steve got a new job! I have no idea exactly what he does, but I do know that he is one of the few people in the US that does that particular thing. I mean, I know his title, but what he does has something to do with a an acronym and even though he's explained it, I still don't really understand. It's computer stuff that goes too deep for me. His new company will be sending him all over the place for consulting. I think that's neato! Go Steve!
This will mean he'll be traveling more, but apparently I'll be able to go with him to a few places. I'm hoping he'll go somewhere interesting so I will want to tag along. I hope one place will be Alaska. There are sled dog puppies there somewhere, and I'm going to find them and bring them all back with me!
3)You want to hear something weird? I know you do. :) Heh!
Years ago, and I mean around 17 or more years ago, I was having a very slow day at work and so I passed some time by drawing out what I considered to be (at the time) my dream house. I didn't draw the blueprints, just the outside, but in my head I knew exactly what it would look like and how it would be laid out. I could describe it in detail, but that would be boring. All you need to know was that it wasn't a big house, but it was an older style, two-story cottage that had a staircase that started just inside the front door. It was one of those things a person thinks about when they're bored, so for a while, I thought about it a lot!
Of course, knowing how way leads on to way, I just sort of forgot about it all and went on with life. But a few months ago I started thinking about the house again out of nowhere. That part isn't weird. I don't know what jogged my memory, but the house just started popping into my head a lot. The setting and inside decor would change depending on my mood, but it was always the same house. Then a few weeks ago, someone on Facebook "shared" a picture of an old, abandoned house. I don't even know the context of it, but it was my house! My "imaginary" house! There were even pictures of the inside, and it was laid out like it was in my head. I suppose I should mention that I've never been inside a house like that before, so to see an actual photograph of a house I knew, but had never been inside of, was a little creepy. I could understand the outside being something I'd seen before, but not the inside. I saved the pictures, but don't have them on me at the moment, or I'd post them. Not that it matters, I guess. You guys can't see inside of my head.
Or can you?
*Twilight Zone Music*
4) I have been getting grief over this from all sides, but this presidential election will be the first one since I registered to vote that I will not be voting in.
I know it's a right and a civic duty, but I just can't do it. There is no lesser of the two evils here. It's all a giant dumpster fire and America is sitting on top of it.
I hope you'll forgive me. I just can't, with good conscience, vote for anyone that is running. Please don't make me!
5) Oooh! Another weird thing. Two nights ago I was in the living room by myself after Steve went to bed. The television was off and I was reading something, so it was completely quiet, when I heard what sounded like a robotic voice outside of my window. It scared me BADLY.
Well, let me be more clear. At first it sounded like a cicada, you know, the "reeeee reeeee reeeee" sound they make, only it wasn't. The tone was the same, but there was inflection to it, and the pattern wasn't consistent like a cicada would have been. It sounded exactly like something with a metal voice box trying to speak a long sentence. Maybe a better way to describe it would be to think of one of those poor people who have had cancer and have to have that thing implanted so that they could talk, only imagine that being distorted and the battery running down on it. There were no intelligible words, just a scary, metallic voice that was trying to say something, but didn't quite know how.
Scared nearly pantsless or not, without looking at the window, I calmly walked to the house alarm and turned it on, and then walked into the bedroom and said "Steve, I'm not crazy, but there is a robot talking outside of our window." Steve asked what I was talking about, and I tried to explain, but of course he didn't believe me. He just laid back down (BECAUSE HE APPARENTLY WELCOMES OUR NEW ROBOTIC OVERLORDS) and I had to go back to the living room by myself so that I could turn off the lights. I know how stupid this sounds, I promise, but whatever it was unnerved me enough that I couldn't make myself go into the living room right away because the big windows are right there. I finally had to sternly talk myself into it so that I could go and turn off the lights. I did it, but didn't hear any other weird sounds. I was still scared, though. Before I got into bed, I strapped one of the heavy police flashlights we have onto my arm and turned it on. I figured that if whatever it is that made the sound broke into the house, I'd have both light and a blunt instrument. I left it on for a long time. I also didn't sleep for a long time. It's been a while since anything scared me that badly.
I still don't know what it was, but I swear if it was some kid playing Pokemon Go (Does it make sounds like that? No idea.) or something outside of my house, I'm going to hunt them down and beat them with my flashlight for scaring me.