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I don't feel like searching for my food today. Here's what it is.
I had a bar for breakfast. I have the wrapper downstairs. Then I had a grilled chicken breast wrapped in lettuce for "lunch" then a fruit and nut lara bar for snack and i also had a serving of salsa and chips and two slices of fontina cheese. I guess this is just a reminder to myself so I can do a historical entry later. Monkey no go today.
Got a phone call from the cardiologist off post today and though I thought that EKG from the other day was fine because they sent me home, it apparently was NOT. I will be going in Tuesday to be fitted with a monitor I will wear for a while. They didn't give me much detail over the phone except when to be there. I'm cranky and tired. And I still have a Family Readiness Group meeting to attend and a fundraiser to lead. (Well, three of them actually) go monkey go. sleep monkey sleep.
someone asked me if my problem could be anxiety related.
i could only laugh.
is there something we could do to help you relax?
sure. I have a list.
Bring my husband and all the rest of them home, and provide them meaningful work here, help me get all my bills paid, help me get all this volunteer work done, help me lose this extra what is it 79 pounds now, reassure my child that even though I was outside doing yard work until 10:30 last night, I do love her and I do enjoy when we lay in bed and read together, its just that I needed to get the yard ready for inspection on post and it's been freaking raining for like two solid months in alaska and since there's still 16 hours of daylight, the grass still manages to grow. wait. could someone just install a chip and download this out of my brain cause i could go all day. I think i'm going to go take a short nap on a tall pile of laundry. dirty of course, but the good news is that some of it is from R&R back in May and so there will be a shirt in there that smells like my hubby. *insert silly monkey grin here* we're going to call that aromatherapy. (instead of stalker type behavior from people who write letters from cut apart magazines)
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