I went to the doctor for an overall checkup and found out that I am a heart attack waiting to happen. I have high cholesterol that is so high that medication alone will do little for me. I am not a big eater, but having a cattle rancher for a grandfather has made me a steak loving kinda gal.
The other night the new medical info was just a little to much for me and I panicked. I haven't had a panic attack for years. I don't like panic attacks.
After tossing and turning, my heart beating out of my chest, the body jerking (which scares hubby) and the never ending mind ramble I got out of bed and headed for the living room couch.
Well the white blanket wasn't there... This set off a whole other problem for me because at that moment I wanted the white blanket and there is no rationalizing with a woman having a panic attack. I didn't care what time of the morning it was. I knew damn well Kenny had it so off I went. Knocking at his locked door; he was still awake.
I need the white blanket!
What are you talking about?
You have it and I need it!
It's in the garage
What! What the hell is my grandmother's white blanket doing in the garage!!
I was watching movies, it was cold.
Is Taryn sleeping in the garage!?!
You don't understand I need the white blanket!!!!
I walked away ranting. At that moment Kenny was writing a poem so he just decided to write about me bitching about a white blanket. He didn't know what was happening with me.
I went back to the couch with some old icky blankets, that weren't my grandma's, threw a pillow to the floor and there was the white blanket.
Sorry Kenny. I am off to buy turkey, chicken and lots of fruit and vegetables. I will discuss exercise later.