(Pardon my French – G*D

(Pardon my French – G*D DAMNED BLOGGER isn’t loading photos! GRRRR!)

So, I’ve got 1 here and I’ll put up the rest when Blogger “feels ready”.

Today, I’m kind of nervous. In an attempt to calm myself down, I’m posting. If none of this makes sense – pretend I’m drinking heavily.

Long tale to ensue.

A few weeks ago I had a “thing”. I was talking on the phone and it felt like someone shot me in the chest. Took my breath away and only lasted for about 5 – 10 seconds. For the next 2 days I was hit with a “flutter” feeling every 2 or 3 hours. No pain, just “flutter”. (Think about feeling excited about something and having butterflies in your stomach. That type of feeling.)

The “flutter” went away while we were in Atlantic City and I forgot about it.

This weekend, they came back. Sunday, it was bad enough that I started to worry. I was home, by myself, and felt very tense. My left hand started to tingle. I wasn’t sure if it was from the “flutter” or if I was just freaking out and having an anxiety attack.

Tom came home from work around 3pm.

I don’t like hospitals (who does?). Currently, I’m not even happy with my regular doctor.

Who do you call, on a Sunday, when you DO NOT want to go to an Emergency Room?

Imagine Tom – wanting me to go to the local ER. My Mom (from a phone call) telling me to GO. Get this! Mom added “You’re not a kid, anymore!”. The NERVE!

Our local hospital hasn’t had the best reviews. And I’m not just talking about the “killer nurse” episodes. They almost shut it down.

I did the “Phone-A-Friend” (Hi, A!) and she told me where to go (literally, not figuratively). Also told me to get going before the “Super Bowl Wife-Beating” (Not listed an an Olympic Sport) began, to beat (no pun intended) the crowd.

Much crying ensued. “I don’t wanna go!”

We went.

PT (Poor Tom). I had told him that he could go to bed when he got home from work and sleep until the next day. 2 days of waking at 4am and not getting to sleep until midnight wears on a body.

He made himself busy with my phone. Took some pictures (imaginary photos) and played whatever game it has. Snoozed while I had X-Rays. A trooper!

All looked well and I was heading back home about 2 1/2 hours later.

Today I have an appointment with a Cardiologist.

Do you GET why I’m feeling…apprehensive? Tense? In need of HUGE doses of chocolate?

OK. If you sat thru all of that, here’s some knitting stuff.

Clappy Progress
I’ve dropped 4 stitches, so far. (imaginary photo)

Really enjoying the “one more row” effect of this pattern. Also enjoying all of the markers I’ve made. Here are a few of my favorites. (imaginary photo)

This is my new(est) knitting bag.

On a recent jaunt to Macy’s, I scoped it out. It’s a Tommy Hilfiger (he had a LOUSY TV program, didn’t he?). The name doesn’t matter to me. I just really liked the chocolate brown color and the size was perfect. Being on sale – also good.

I have to decide what to do with THIS (imaginary photo)

I was a dope, and seamed the sleeves and sides. I know. I SAID I was a dope. Now I can’t get the sleeves to fit into the armholes.

I think I’m going to have to un-seam, block like crazy and then re-seam.

Well, that’s about all.

I’m going to bring Clappy w/me today. But I get so nervous that I can’t knit. I just want to sit there – all folded up in my chair – and not do anything.

Catch y’all later.

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