precariously perched

Last night I slept funny part of the night and woke up with a sore mid-back. Then I read one of those articles this morning, you know the ones about “unusual signs you are having a heart attack” and as if the back thing didn’t have me paranoid enough I went to brush my hair before my shower and something twanged in my neck and shoulder and pain your jaw,ear, neck, that whole area is one of those heart attack signs. So I was expecting to pass out in the shower and now I’m in my pajamas imagining banging on the walls to get my neighbors’ attention and being hauled off to the hospital in my nightgown and my hairy legs.

Or just waking up dead.

Which wouldn’t be so bad but NO ONE would take Elvis.

So now I’m fully expecting to do what my dad did: live through a heart attack, wake up and drag myself to the office, put my feet up on the desk and die. (the rest of us were away at the time)

I guess it’s a good thing I am getting a physical Wednesday morning first thing.

I keep postponing going to spin class because I think I am going to die on a bike among strangers in gym clothes.

I don’t feel like I am that out of shape and I have been feeling pretty fine for the most part but I can’t help but freak out every so often about the old ticker.