Cat Pee, Frayed Nerves And A Trip To the ER!
Howdy all! Checking in from snowy South Carolina. Yes, I said snowy. Well, actually today, it’s quite nice but yesterday Casey and I were pretty pissed when we came out of the early bird sale at JC Penney and walked headlong into snow! Of course, it was just some flurries – not even close to what we barely escaped in New York. (Good Enough Mother resisted the urge to say, “I told you so” to the kids who wanted to leave on Sunday, which is when the storm hit hard and fast).
For our Christmas break we headed out Thursday morning, and in spite of our best-laid plans (our aim was to be on the road by 4:00am) we didn’t leave home until 4:45. At 4:47 the cat pissed all over Casey, her blanket (and her laptop, though unbeknownst to us at the time). Still, we had reason to be excited for this trip. That’s because we’ve just traded in my little car and bought, The Family Roadster! So we headed south in a scene not too dissimilar from this one.
Okay that’s a bit of an exaggeration but this is what it looked like inside the Yukon.
When we got the car, I labored under the delusion that Casey and Cole would have a bench all to themselves, there would be no arguing about whose blanket was invading the other’s side of the SUV, we wouldn’t be so exhausted when we arrived and so on. Ahh, the power of delusion. I looked in the backseat and there was Casey, wedged among the vacuum cleaner, the Christmas gifts and the cat litter that Izzy refused to use. She looked like she was in the cockpit of an F-14 Tomcat! Poor girl. Cole didn’t have it much better as the 85-pound dog was taking up more than her fair share of space on his bench. And farting.
Though we left early, traffic was abysmal! Think of the worst traffic jam you can. Multiply that by 10 and repeat at least six times. We lost an hour and a half because of the traffic alone. By the time we got out the car we were as happy as those Chilean miners to finally be free. Every single nerve was raw and you know there’s no cure for family frustration except time alone. So we all retreated to our corners…
And then the big day arrived! Casey and Cole, bless them, heeded their parents warning not to come out of their rooms until 9 am. That’s the time the gift-wrapping, or shall I say gift UNWRAPPING orgy began. I always felt it a little cruel to make the kids take turns unwrapping their gifts, just so the paparazzi (i.e. mom) could get their shots. But that is precisely what we did and it damn near killed those babies. But in the end, everyone got what he or she wanted, including Olivia who decided the shortbread cookie ornaments were far tastier than that low cal kibble she eats everyday.
Oh and remember the 12 year old boy, who wrote an eloquent letter stating why he deserved a Les Paul Guitar? Yep, you guessed it.
I gave Buff a round of golf and a nice pair of slippers. He gave me a poker machine and these full on terry cloth pajamas with feet and a hood. Not the best idea for a peri-menopausal woman but what the heck.
But guess what else I got? A trip to the Emergency room!
Let me explain. In yet another inescapable reminder that I am getting older, it turns out I’ve developed acid reflux. I was only very recently diagnosed and forgot my medicine at home. What the heck, it wasn’t too bad and definitely not unbearable. Until Christmas day. See, the day before I ate a HUGE meal with Casey – meat, carbs, cheese, the whole shot. I felt like crap that night and even crappier the next day. After the gift opening was over, I went to lie down. If I were a betting woman, I would have put money on the fact that I was having a heart attack. Shortness of breath, extreme fatigue, pressure and on and on (it bears noting that heart disease is the leading killer for women – and symptoms for women having heart attacks are very different than they are for me. Read more here. Coupled with family history (my father died of heart disease at 59) and my own high cholesterol that I am working on reducing I knew there was a certain degree of risk. But I’m going to tell you, I was so confused. I vacillated between do I call 9-1-1 or go to the ER? What if it’s nothing? I will have troubled everyone for no reason. Buff told me all I needed was rest but what if I was doing irreparable damage to my heart in the process? Ultimately I decided to have Buff take me to the Emergency room in Charleston.
After an EKG and some super duper test where they inject dye into you and take a look at your arteries and heart, I got a clean bill of health. Actually the doctor said it was exceptional, no sign of blockages or tears. No sooner had he said that, I felt the vice grip around my chest loosen about three times. WHEW!
Buff and I drove home in relieved silence and it was just enough time for me to embrace the fact that it’s time for things to change for real. I’m closer to 50 now than I am to 45. I have a family history of heart disease. I have high cholesterol and I am carrying around about 12 pounds too many. God blessThe Angry Trainer but he can only do so much. He can lead this horse to water and he’s done an amazing job, but this mare is going to have to meet him halfway. So now is as good a time as any to commit to making real, substantive changes in my fitness routine. It’s not about being a smaller size or fitting into those great new jeans. This is about being around for a long time for my family and living better in the process. Won’t that be the best gift for everyone?
How about you, is there something you want to change in your fitness or life? What will you do and how will you stay motivated? And how was your Christmas?