poo.

Had my physical yesterday. I feel like a I failed a test, ha! I now have a cholesterol med added to my list of necessary drugs, oy. I have to schedule a stress test because my doctor was more alarmed than I was about a tightness in my chest when I exercise--ie, not sitting semi-comatose, reading porn. So. Not the greatest news, but not the worst. Strangely, I lost a few pounds, no idea how.

This comes at a time when I'm feeling kind of fragile. Not really bad, bad, but the kind of bad where you're tootling along, all whistle and bluebird-on-your-shoulder when something says, "Hey, why are you smiling?" Crash. Fortunately, it doesn't take long at all to blow over. In fact, right now, I'm just hot and crabby. Because here in my house, scientifically designed to thwart cross-breezes or sunlight, it's dark and humid and overly-warm. Like a cave. Or an armpit. More sharing? No? Okay then. ;)