I'm probably making a moutain out of a molehill, but I'm a worrier. And, couple that with the things I have gone through the last few months, I'm an even BIGGER worrier than I have ever been.
Aaron, who's father died of a heart attack, has been having chest pains. For a few weeks. He says it's not bad, but Aaron is the kind of guy who is never sick. When he is, you don't know it because he doesn't complain. So, for him to call me on his way home Friday to call the doctor and make him an appointment…well…it scared me. If he is actually that worried too… I'm terrified. I know he's not on his deathbed or anything, he's only 28! But God forbid, but I just can't stand the thought of him being sick. I'd just started feeling…safe…secure…after the deaths of my grandmother and my mom, but now I feel like my life is going all to pieces again.
His appointment is at 11. I just pray it's nothing. A pulled muscle. Or something like that. I'm on pins and needles. I'll post with the news, I just hope it's good.
Needless to say, I've put Vanity Fair on hold for the time being. Too much brain power involved. I'm reading Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie instead. I'll go back to VF after my insides settle down a bit.
Everything is okay. The doc said that it was an inflammation of the *edit* cartlidge that attaches his rib cage to his sternum (again, wtf??) and to take Motrin for the swelling. His heart and lungs sounded great. I am SO relieved.
Edit again: Incredibly, his brother has the exact same thing at the exact same time. I hope it isn't catching!
I'm about 50 pages into Bet Me and I'm really liking it. Crusie is surprising me. Everytime it seems like she's going to take a stereotypical turn, she turns it again and makes it different than I was expecting. This will be a nice quick read and hopefully a new favorite author.