and I'm not talking about salt.
Let me tell you about my week -- and yes I know it is only Tuesday.
I'm thinking about going to bed and not getting back up until Sunday just to be safe.
Monday started off fine.
We were out the door on time.
A roast was on in the slow cooker.
I found the cardiologist's office with a little confusion,
but not to bad.
Long story short -- my last ekg was abnormal.
I'm having an echocardigram (sp?) later this month,
a stress test and a sleep test.
Not great, but okay -- doctor seems logical, kind, etc.
We drive an hour and a half of the ride home.
Yeap, about 30 minutes from home and hubby calls and asks me to
stop by someone's house and pick something up.
I manage to flip my ankle (thank goodness its the opposite side)
Instant numbness allowed me to hobble back to the car.
It was all I could do to drive the car to hubby's office (a few minutes away).
Spent the evening in the ER...
severe sprain and possible hair line fracture.
Anyway, I'm obviously not driving to town today for the MRI results, but
hubby called the doctor's office.
The doctor was kind enough to call me and give me the results.
They don't believe it is cancer, but it is growing.
I'm supposed to see a hepatologist (sp?) and a gastroentologist (sp?).
Plus go back to the cardiologist for this.
His words, "If it is aggressively treated everything should be okay."
Needless to say, I'm in pain.
I'm miserable and I'm even a little worried.
However, with all that said....
I, Shara, do promise to let this be my only whine about my ankle.
Someday I will learn how to walk!
P.S. I am really thankful I bought the bread and went ahead and picked up groceries!