During a nuclear stress test, you are injected twice with a minor radioactive tracer, which the machine takes pictures of in your heart. As I was leaving the doctor's office they handed me a letter, and explained that I need to carry it on me for the next three days, then I can throw it out.
Apparently there is enough radioactivity in my body to set off radioactive monitoring devices! It goes on to state that I am not harmful to other humans, and gives a phone number for law enforcement to call to verify the source of the readings. Wow.....
All I could think about was how last year I was working in downtown Boston, and for lunch most days I woudl go over to South Station, which is the largest bus and train terminal in the city. It was across the street from my office, and they have a great food court. Every morning I would go to McDonalds for my fruit and yogurt parfait.
I can just see it now, I would cause a mass evacuation of the area, the state police would be called in, and the media helicopters would be flying overhead, with the broadcast vans outside with the reporters.
Who would have ever thought!
I had the test because of some rogue chest pains, my high cholesterol, smoking and family history of coronary artery disease. I had one four years ago, and it was fine, so I believe this is a total non-event. I am now on cholesterol meds, taking chantix to quit smoking, and seriously whining about having to add low cholesterol to my already gleutin free diet. Those egg white omletes just don't taste the same, although I have gotten used to them... sigh....
Nah, I have only made it from the house to the pharmacy since yesterday. Tomorrow I venture into the office, and I will be two miles outside of Boston.
What a day I had....... We lost our electricity here around 4 am, and did not get it back until 8:45, needless to say my work day got off to a late start, about four hours late! I managed to become friendly with the furniture polish, pine sol and windex, so I did some serious cleaning, including the windows. I was frustrated. I have a well here, so when the electricity is out, no water. The worst was no internet, because my modem was down, even though my laptop has a battery.
To top it off... I threw in a load of laundry. I went down the basement a few hours later, and found three inches of water, which was pouring from my washer. I had to shut the water off to get it to stop running. Let's just say my mood became worse. I found an appliance repair company that came out, and theres a water valve in the machine (it's only 1.5 years old), that went and is stuck in the open position. They have to come back tomorrow to replace it, because they did not have the part with them. That's only going to cost me $170.00. ARGH!!!
I have been using the wet and dry vac, and have it down to big puddles now, but I'm exhausted. This weekend I will be throwing massive amounts of ruined belongings out, running fans and the dehumidifier to try to dry it out down there. The repair man said that they don't make the Maytags like they used to. I should have bought the extended warranty from Sears....
Tess, my old Maytag (1990) goes a little wonky from time to time, but the once I had a repairman here, he said that I should never get rid of this old machine because the newer ones aren't anywhere near as reliable. Your guy was right!
Does anyone know what happens to socks? You put pairs into the machine and when it's time to fold the clean, dry clothes, there's an odd sock every so often. Where do they go? I have a pile of odd socks in a basket on the dryer, and after a few months, I toss them out, only to find the mates a few days or weeks later.
Count me as a third with the sock problem! There has to be a sock gremlin out there....... Once a year I throw out the contents of my odd sock drawer, after trying in vain to find matches.
My question is..... Why is it that the sock gremlin like to take my really nice ones, and leaves the cruddy old sweat socks that I put on to do yard work? I am very type A'ish about my socks, the have to match my shirt related to color. I was told that's very 80's, and that I should be matching my socks to my slacks, but it's totally ingrained in me. Talk about silly rituals.
I also have to match my shoes and pocketbook in texture and hopefully color. In the winter it is very easy, black and brown, of course the belt has to match also. Summer throws a twist into it, you should see my pocketbook collection and sandles. I have to have a good 20+ pocketbooks, and more sandles.
Oh yeah, my toe nail polish has to match my finger nail polish, so I get a pedicure every time I have my nails done, or if I am skipping the pedicure, I have the same color nail polish put back on. I always wear dark red's and burgandy's, even in the summer. Talk about being a creature of habit!
At least I changed my hair color and style about a year ago.....
I am no longer radioactive, and my heart is in GREAT shape! Yeha!!!! I still need to take the cholesterol meds, and watch what I eat, but it's good news. They thought I had early stages heart disease, and I don't!
I tell ya, I'll be glad to turn 42 in a few weeks, it seems like 41 was not the healthiest of years, between the celiac disease diagnosis, hysterectomy and then a heart scare. Dang, I was starting to feel like a hypochondriac!
Now if I could just win a big lottery jackpot, retire, and bring all my internet buddies on a nice long cruise, then I'd be psyched! But in retrospect life is very good without the lottery, but a girl has to dream!
Great news about the test results, Tess! Also happy to learn that I'm not alone in the mysteries of vanishing socks. And yes, it's always the best ones that the gremilns steal, and the cruddy ones that make it through. Life, eh?
As for winning the lottery, did you see that poll done a few months back that showed that a high percentage of people with huge lottery winnings ended up broke or darn close to it three years down the pike? Kind of makes you wonder if large sums not earned make people a bit crazy.
