So what the heck is up with that

It struck me hard the other day.
If I didn't feel so great, better than ever... I would be pissed.

Before work, Dennis and I were getting ready for our day. I was grooming myself in the magnifying mirror with lights, after I had put on my hormone cream to ward off hot flashes and hormonal raging, I then smeared thick moisturizer on my face to soften the smile lines and other noticable creases appearing like the Grand Canyon on my cheeks. I finished the last touches of clearing the forest off my chin of unwanted hair while Dennis stood next to me putting on the most modern rendition of hearing aids known to man.

And you wonder why I hate being at this place in life. Tell me why I shouldn't again?

Now its his thrombosis. He informed me today of pain in his calf. I said look it up on the Internet it will tell you everything you fear. It did. Turns out he could die of PE Pulminary Embolism, or a blood clot. He refused to go to the emergency room, it was Sunday. He of course would have to wait too long. He said he's been having it the last couple of days. So, what was wrong with mentioning this Thursday or Friday?

The Web confirmed his worst fears. He was ashen pale and scared the rest of the day. Turns out recovery means days of rest and medication.
His mom and aunt both had this, and it is hereditary.

So, our plans for Oklahoma may change.

The upside? I may have to drive the vet across country alone... :-)
He will go to the doctor tomorrow or die at my hands.