Not feeling groovy

PLEASE COME BACK MOMMY!!

My mom has pointed out the fact that my stories are less than amusing when they involve me, pumpjacks, sppeding automobiles, or other dumb kid stuff, so that's it, I will focus on some better material, and clean up the lingo y'know what I mean?

Tuesday night I had a little bit of a scare. In my family, heart irregularities are pretty normal, as a matter of fact I get a little chest wiggle now and then; my heart skips a beat or two them tries to catch up, leaving me flush and a little dizzy, no big deal. Tuesday night I woke at 3 AM to the feeling of my Heart trying to do the "Charleston" right out of my chest. It was basically wiggling supplying just enough blood to kep me in bed, and getting enough to my brain for me to say:
" that's it baby! Here comes the big one! I'm ready, take me now!" Well It wasn't that bad because after 3 hours of this, the old beat-box took it's rythym. within a few minutes i was in fine shape. I decided to see if I could set it off again, so there's JIM doing laps in his house at 6:30 in the morning in his boxers with two dogs chasing him around. Quite a sight to be sure. I refrained from going to the hospital, because with knowledge of the "family issue" you realize that unless you catch it in the act, there is very little that can be done.

The next morning I stayed home from work, since I was very dizzy and had 3 hours of sleep. I spent the day relaxing waiting for it to happen again. right around noon, away we wednt, I grabbed the bag I had packed and was ready for the hospital, then Ba-boom, ba-boom, I was fine again. I was getting pissed. By the evening I was decided that I was going to the hospital the next day. the night came and in the middle of a slumber there it was again, this time I was in pain. So I got up and walked around half out of it, then I jsut sort of froze. I sat on the edge of the bed and just sat there.

Off to the hospital I go. I spent a while on an E.K.G. and donated 6-8 viles of blood for testing. I get to be strapped to a machine that will record my heart beat and tell the doctors of any irregularities. I was told this is all a normal sort of thing which I sort of knew, but the doctor had a little trouble with the fact that I don't smoke, drink coffe (or pop for that matter) and I run 5 miles or so a day, and I' 28 years old. He told me not to worry about it too much, but when It happens like this for the first time, it is freakin scary. I thought I was going to die.

Afraid to sleep and too tired to think normally, I took a few more days off, things evened out and I feel fine now. The Doctor says it may be stress related. Eeyore will be rolling on the floor now. So for the time being I will jsut keep doing what I do, and try to keep my Mommy's heart from doing the same thing by recounting stupid things I did.