Cardiologist called this morning. I'm going at 1:15. Pacemaker check on Thursday. I'm not pacemaker dependent, so I wasn't serious about dying. It's probably not even that. It will turn out to be one of those things like a big traffic jam where you sit for 1/2, then it opens up with no apparent cause. I'll feel crappy, spend all this $ on dr visits and find out it's nothing. I hate that!
Took my car in for a cheapo oil change. They called and said the tires need to be rotated and the power steering fluid changed. $130 later, I get a letter in the mail that my mortgage payment is going up $120 a month for real estate taxes.
This shiRt has got to stop! Don't these people know I'm unemployed??