Had my 3rd cardiology appointment of the calendar year (usually I am a once a year gal) and was wondering if I should be concerned...until after my stress test and my doc declared I am the healthiest patient he has. Quote: "Out of 123 patients, you are in the best shape; the healthiest I have." (Note: amongst flabby and pale congenital heart patients who are told their entire lives long, you shouldn't run or lift weights or have babies or blah, blah, blah...)
Anyhoo, good to hear. Right on, baboon...
Worst Part of the Day-
The kids were playing in the back yard when I heard a scream I knew meant stitches or perhaps a broken bone. I saw Scarlet screeching in pain and ran out to find a yellow jacket bumble bee stuck to the sole of her foot. I flicked it off and went into Native American medicine man mode as I (within seconds) made a paste of baking soda and water and slopped it on the stinger, wrapped the foot in an ACE wrap with an ice pack. Then in standard mom mode I turned on an atypical late day movie and propped her foot up on pillows. Whew.
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