“Do you have a headache? Are you dizzy? Are you having chest
pains?” they asked. “No. No. No.” I answered. I felt fine; as a matter of fact
I felt better than I had in months. All I needed was a quick going over and my
papers for the adoption signed. My trip to the clinic turned into an affair of
the heart and I don’t mean that in the romantic way! “You are currently
experiencing a mild cardiac incident; you came in just in time.”
I was still sitting there grinning and waiting for the punch
line. Surely this was a joke; I felt perfectly healthy. Sure I was a little
stressed (who isn’t?), and sure I was stretched a little thin with family and
work and horses and…really I was having an ‘incident’? My whole world is made
up of nothing but ‘incidents’. ‘Incidents’ are my norm. I am good at handling
‘incidents’.
I have been released to get back to normal; someone else’s
idea of normal, not mine. Better cooking/eating habits, not catch as catch can
when I am busy. Better sleeping habits, not staying up all night when the muse
calls my name. Better ways of handling stress, not taking on just one more
little project because it’s easier for me than them. I have to admit I am not
finding any of these things easy to do. I love to cook and I love old family
recipes. Writing has always been a ‘when inspiration hits me’ affair for me. I
love my family and friends and I hate to say “No” to anyone. But I have
promised to do better and get my blood pressure under control and keep a vigilant
eye on other problems we found while the Doctor was reading me the riot act.
So, for those of you have noticed I was missing in action,
there it is in a nutshell. I am back and ready to write and share. I am also
prepared to make critical changes that will benefit me. But first there are
errands waiting, a kid to get off the bus, three loads of muddy laundry, a dog
to deliver and a bucket of Cowboy goodies to put together for a charity
auction. Hey, I said no to volunteering yummy goodies for a bake sale and to
hauling a show calf to Kansas. But after all, I swore to behave better, not to
quit living my life! Yup, it’s always something, but I promise to be more discerning!
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AlwaysCowboy.com
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