Second, the cardiologist's office was quite nice and comforting and punctual. I imagine that at the cardiologist's they don't want you to be all stressed out and pissed off because that could make your blood pressure rise. I weighed Fat Cow minus 6lbs, so that was fantastic. My blood pressure initially was ridiculous and the girl redid it and it was only slightly high. The doctor said I showed 'rather a lot of misfires'on my EKG. And that I need to wear the halter monitor again and have an ultrasound of my heart. Based on the fact that I'm not fainting all the time or have ankles the size of airplanes, he thinks that will probably be the end of it. But, if it's not I might have to try some medicine and then that will push back my surgery date. In which case be prepared for the mental breakdown. Because it will happen.
Third, Gretchen's six period a day T.A. and prolific twitterer, Edward, gave me an ultimatum today. "Give me a job or I'll have to move to Orange County." I told him that he could go ahead and start packing for his move to Orange County, so he could look for a man for me, because I sooooo want to be a Real Housewife of Orange County. I'd really like to be a Real Housewife of Atlanta, but let's face it, Atlanta is far away from Max, the Cutest Baby in the World. I don't think the conversation went exactly how Edward wanted it. But with my Bestest Buddy in all of Strasbourg, France, Jack, having moved back to the Orange County, and my new friend Edward living in Orange County, I can see nothing but blond hair and boob jobs in my future.
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