I still don’t know what the deal with my heart is. I still get chest pains. The doctor’s office, pending results, has basically told me not to exert myself. O…kay. So I’ll get someone else to carry my 50 pound kid to bed and lift her onto the top bunk. Or I’ll just do it, anyway. That’s not too much exertion, is it?

I’m hoping they get the report today. This is what I expect: “It all looks great. We have no idea why you have chest pains. Let’s just wait and see.”

Right? It’s what usually happens. It can happen again.