Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Popping My Clogs!
The last few weeks I’ve had this bizarre heart thing. I wake from a dead sleep feeling like I’ve just gone three minutes in the ring with Tyson; my heart is racing so fast. Or even worse, virtually panting; trying to drag in air that seems so thick it’s almost like I’m breathing soup!
I figured I was surely going to have a heart attack. Pop my clogs and go out with a bang. If I think about it rationally, this is my choice of death. I don’t want to be too old and it had better be damned fast; no painful lingering. Still, I didn’t really intend to invoke my ‘retirement plan’ just yet.
So I’ve been to the doctor a few times. I’ve been prodded and poked, tested and looked at and everything has come back ‘normal’.
Then today, I realised her questioning has taken a different turn. Now it is centred on ‘how is work..?’ Yeah, I got a pretty good rise last week so things are fine and dandy there. ‘What about the kids… House… Life….?’ Nup. All rosy!
Then I realised that this all started around the same time that damned Moodle gives me “the kid will have to move in; or I’ll have to find a place with kid” routine.
That idiot is going to kill me.
Posted by Mistress at 4:11 PM