I'm totally hearing your requests for rest. I went to bed at like ummmmm I forget I think it was 10 or 11 or something and I like JUST got up and it's 11:30 now. Seriously the most pain is in my arm from the shots. And in my hair. It was curly when I went there and was nothing but a massive rat's nest this morning, so brushing that out was FUN.
I get my 24 hour heart monitor on Tuesday. At least they did find that something was wrong with me and that makes me feel better (Like I'm not a hypochondriac impulsive liar). They just don't know what's CAUSING the something wrong with me.
Matt was so sweet yesterday. While I was in the hospital he was kind of non chalant about the whole thing. He brought me a stuffed Border Collie puppy saying "They didn't have any Old Stupids (What he calls Sanity) but this was cute so I got you this". But after he brought me home last night he just croke down grabbed me and started to shake "OMG Anks I missed you so much! I was so worried about you!" I felt horrible for all the nasty things I thought about him.
I didn't really get to say Hi to Araby and Hobo yesterday. When we're gone the dogs are all in the kitchen behind a baby gate. Well Araby and Hobo rush to greet whoever, and Sanity's usually behind them but he was in the corner of the room, not getting up. When he heard my mumbled EXCITED VOICE, he jumped over Araby, plowed Hobo over reared up and gave me the biggest Dane hug ever! Which of course knocked my flat on my very sore butt (YOU try sitting in a bed for 3 days straight! Your butt gets sore!) Then we had to take Matt to band practice (Because I'm not allowed to drive, getting back to the Boonies house was a HUGE operation, with switching cars, and time constraints for band, it was a mess), I felt bad that Nee had to stay in the car (It was dark so I just rolled the back windows down enough for him to stick his head out) so I gave him a cookie that a lady at a feedstore gave him. This thing was literally a foot long. She pulled it out of a bin that said $6.99 so I felt really abd about that. I was breaking a few chunks off then I stuck the rest in my ash tray (Which I never use). When I came back Sanity had opened my ash tray and eaten the rest of the cookie. Little bugger. And now he's DOUBLY protective of me "DON'T YOU TAKE MY MOMMY AWAY AGAIN!" I missed my baby
