Or better yet -- don't. (This is the title of perhaps my favorite Sinatra song, and I've been singing it again today. I sing it a lot, especially the "hey, now!" part.) So I'm not "so proud I'm bustin' my vest," which, if you don't know the song, is what Frankie is doing, "with a new heart, brand new start." Anyway, what made me think of the song, other than the fact that I love it and think of it a lot, and almost everything in my life evokes lyrics from some song, is that I'm quite the sight. I have wires hanging off of me everywhere, coming from a Holter monitor I have to wear until about 10:30 tomorrow morning, and little circles with metal tabs on my chest and stomach. I went in for my echocardiogram this morning, and the monitor was attached immediately after. (As an aside, I needed cat food on the way home from the cardiologist's office but didn't feel like going to the grocery store. I stopped at Walgreens and took great pains to hide all my wires. It wasn't until I got home that I realized one of the tabbed circles is so high on my chest it was clearly visible even with my hoodie on. Oh, well.)
In case the wires don't make me hideous enough, I have my compression socks on, under jeans, with semi-wedged flip-flops (pink, of course). Because I got the toeless socks -- the clerk said they'd be perfect with sandals, to which I wanted to reply . . . well, something not nice, but instead just laughed and told her if she thought I'd ever go out in public with mid-calf hose and sandals she was nuts -- the V of my flips is the dividing point between hose and no-hose, and it's very odd. The stockings are not the color of my skin, or the color of any skin I've ever seen. On the plus side, my jeans look great! I've started really noticing a big difference in how my clothes fit. So I've got that going for me.
I don't mean to complain, really. And I'm trying to be light-hearted about all of this; I think I'm succeeding fairly well at that. Tomorrow I can take off my wires, on Friday I'll have my leg-vein scan and return the monitor, and next Friday I'll learn what, if anything, showed up on all these tests. I'm torn between hoping something does and hoping something doesn't. Certainly I don't want anything serious to be wrong with me, but on the other hand, I'd really like to know why my blood pressure has been all over the place. So we'll see what we see. I'll be glad to finish the tests. Maybe then I'll be singing a different tune.
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