Well called the doctor guy and scheduled an appointment for Wednesday. Most of yesterday, I was doing well until the dreaded trip to the Dollar Tree where I started tensing up again. Another sign that leads me to believe that it’s just a panic attack. Still, I don’t like taking chances. The cost of the visit will be $230 that I do not have – woe is me.
I haven’t the faintest idea how I’m gonna get there, considering that the appointment is in the morning. I’ve been told that the tests they’re going to run on me includes the EKG, which I’m not looking forward to because I’m extremely ticklish – I kid you not; the last time they put me on one of these, the nurse chuckled every time I twitched.
I suppose we’ll see what happens then. I’ll keep in touch.
Chapin City Blues 