I had my stress test today. I smoked it! I went to the eighth level and they still couldn't get my heart to the target rate of 160! I was sweating like a pig when I was done and sure didn't look too attractive but I was happy.
That made me feel so good! Plus everything else looked great on the ekg. YEAH for me :)
So we had time in between that test and the dr. We drove around and ended up going down to Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. My family isn't really big on going to grave sites. It just isn't something we do. But I found my grandpa today.
The last time I had been was so muddy I ruined a pair of shoes and they didn't have his headstone up yet.
There is something so peaceful about that cemetery. It is so neat and orderly.
The deer run rampant there and I had to watch out for their "piles" so I wouldn't ruin another pair of shoes.
We had lots of time to spare so I took a lot of pictures (see my photo blog). Then we headed back to the dr.'s office to just sit in the parking lot and wait for the appointment. That was when it happened.
I had laid back in the car seat to take a smidge of a nap. Hubby pulled his book out and started reading. The next thing I know, this crazy guy is driving in front of us real slow, flipping us off! Hubby started to get out of the car and he stood with the door open and said, "What's the problem?"
The guy started screaming, "I got a hurt leg and I gotta get in. Are you going to sit there all day?" And he started getting out of the car like he was going to come kick hubby's ass.
I told hubby he needed to get back in the car and he did. He immediately went back to reading while I stared at the guy making sure he didn't come bash my car in or something. Then he yells to me, "F U, Bit--" And I'm thinking what on earth did I do??? He finally got back in the car and drove away.
I like these little scenarios. (ha) But they always get me to thinking, well, what would I do if he just went nuts?
1. If you are wanting to fight someone, don't announce that your leg is injured. That would have been my very first target. (stupid idiot!)
2. call 911 and say someone is attacking us
3. throw my humongous coat over the guy's head so he can't see and then proceed to beat him up (if I could even get close cause hubby might hog the fight)
4. if he pulled a gun, start the car and run him over.
It was obvious he was there because he had ran out of pain medication. I hope he got sedated for his journey home. And hopefully they gave him a handicapped parking permit so he doesn't accost anyone else for sitting in a parking space he wants.
That made me feel so good! Plus everything else looked great on the ekg. YEAH for me :)
So we had time in between that test and the dr. We drove around and ended up going down to Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. My family isn't really big on going to grave sites. It just isn't something we do. But I found my grandpa today.
The last time I had been was so muddy I ruined a pair of shoes and they didn't have his headstone up yet.
There is something so peaceful about that cemetery. It is so neat and orderly.
The deer run rampant there and I had to watch out for their "piles" so I wouldn't ruin another pair of shoes.
We had lots of time to spare so I took a lot of pictures (see my photo blog). Then we headed back to the dr.'s office to just sit in the parking lot and wait for the appointment. That was when it happened.
I had laid back in the car seat to take a smidge of a nap. Hubby pulled his book out and started reading. The next thing I know, this crazy guy is driving in front of us real slow, flipping us off! Hubby started to get out of the car and he stood with the door open and said, "What's the problem?"
The guy started screaming, "I got a hurt leg and I gotta get in. Are you going to sit there all day?" And he started getting out of the car like he was going to come kick hubby's ass.
I told hubby he needed to get back in the car and he did. He immediately went back to reading while I stared at the guy making sure he didn't come bash my car in or something. Then he yells to me, "F U, Bit--" And I'm thinking what on earth did I do??? He finally got back in the car and drove away.
I like these little scenarios. (ha) But they always get me to thinking, well, what would I do if he just went nuts?
1. If you are wanting to fight someone, don't announce that your leg is injured. That would have been my very first target. (stupid idiot!)
2. call 911 and say someone is attacking us
3. throw my humongous coat over the guy's head so he can't see and then proceed to beat him up (if I could even get close cause hubby might hog the fight)
4. if he pulled a gun, start the car and run him over.
It was obvious he was there because he had ran out of pain medication. I hope he got sedated for his journey home. And hopefully they gave him a handicapped parking permit so he doesn't accost anyone else for sitting in a parking space he wants.
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