So, I’m still alive. After my last post I had to wait a few more weeks before I could see the cardiologist. The only problem was that I still didn’t have health insurance and I knew the follow-up visit with the cardiologist and any further testing was just going to put me further in debt. I had checked into “Obama care” but it was outside of the enrollment period so I was running out of options. However, if you have a “qualifying life event”, such as a marriage, you can enroll outside of the enrollment period. So that’s exactly what I did. I asked Buck if he would go ahead and marry me so that I could get the health insurance. Very romantic isn’t it?
When I called the Preacher to tell him, I hesitated because this is marriage number three for me and I was afraid he would think I was making anther mistake. However, when I was telling him about the insurance and how I had to have a “qualifying life event” such as a marriage, he immediately asked, “So when’s the wedding?” Oh, Daddy. You’re such a softy. He knows me so well, and at this point in our lives he doesn’t even bother to question my motives or actions. I do love that Preacher Daddy of mine.
Anyway, because Buck didn’t want me to die and because we were eventually going to get married anyway (I assumed), he agreed and on June 11, 2016, I became a married woman, again. We planned on going to the courthouse and having a quickie wedding, but his mother wouldn’t allow it. We ended up having a nice little, and I do mean little, wedding on the back deck of her house. There were a dozen people there and that included the bride and groom. My family couldn’t make it due to the short notice, so it was mostly Buck’s family. My boss lady did come to support me though. She’s a sweetie. She even made me a gorgeous bouquet to match my dress. Speaking of my dress, it wasn’t an actual wedding dress. It was a white 50’s style dress with a pretty print of cherries and little yellow flowers that I found on Amazon.com for a whopping $25. I wore red shoes to give it that extra little pop. 🙂
So after the wedding there was no honeymoon, just a super short reception and then back home to hang out with our Dude and our Red-Headed Step-Child. Our Dude is literally our “dude” (you know, the guy you buy your herbs from). He also is an ordained priest in the Church of the Latter-Day Dude. (I HIGHLY recommend having your Dude perform your wedding ceremony.) Our Red-Headed Step-Child is our friend who is a manager of a clothing store by day, and a Drag Queen by night. She’s Buck’s friend who originally thought I was a crazy stalker luring him to Mississippi to show him my nonexistent shrine to him and then steal his kidney. Needless to say, they are two of my favorite people.
Now that we’re married it’s time to get back to me…my heart I mean. I went to the doctor and she told me that I needed to have a heart cath in order for them to find out for certain whether I had any blockages in my heart. I had that done last Thursday. They put a tiny tube in a vein in my right wrist and then up to my heart. I was somewhat medicated so I don’t remember it all, but I assume they shot some dye in, looked around, and saw that there were no blockages. However, while they were poking around, my heart decided to do it’s crazy arrhythmia thing and they had to give me a shot of something to get it back to normal, temporarily.
So now my wrist is all bruised up and it’s sore, but I’ll live, I hope. I have a follow-up visit with the doctor on Friday to find out what they are going to do about my wonky heartbeat. It’s not supposed to be life threatening really, but it’s bad enough to cause me to have lots of chest pain and make me weak and tired all the time. I’m hoping they are just going to go back in and stick a pacemaker in me and get it over with.
I may work in a Beauty School, but I am no Beauty School Drop Out. Also, I think this should be my Halloween Costume this year. 🙂
Until then I’m keeping my nitroglycerin pills handy and trying to keep my stress levels low. That is easier said than done of course. My job is insane and my co-workers are equally insane and the students like to test my patience and sanity. I will get through this though, just like everything else. Even though I may hit bottom, many times, I always make my way back up to the surface long enough to catch my breath.
Until next time…
Peace, love, & happiness.