Breakfast with Keith, but I had just a few bites of my scrambled eggs and toast before I excused myself and went up for my nap. I slept for two hours and felt a hundred percent better when I got up. Ellen called to say a crown she had had put in recently had slipped out, so she had to go to the dentist before she picked me up. She did, had it fixed, and still got here in time to be at Carillo Cardiology at noon.
The nurse did an EKG and it seemed okay. Other than that, there was good news and bad news. The good: I do have AFib and a murmer, but they seem stable. The bad: Alcohol, it seems, is not good news. I asked, "Well, nothing wrong with just one IPA a day, right?" "Wrong. drink no more than one a week." Darn. But I'm going to adhere to that. Ellen and Greg are taking me to Lure for breakfast and I'll have one there, then no more until Sunday next.
Besides a sweet Mothers Day card, Ellen brought me this tomato plant:
It's just what I wanted and I can't wait to sink my teeth into the lush red fruit.
El and I went to the Hill Street Cafe, where I had a turkey and veggie wrap and to drink, a diet coke. Back at my place, we chatted a bit, then El left and I went downstairs to have dinner with Keith, Kathie, and LaVerne.
Happily, although I was wakeful for a time, I slept okay last night and just got up at 6:10; I hope this lasts.Tomorrow is Mothers Day and I'm looking forward to lunch--dinner?--with El and Greg at Lure.
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