"The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up." - Minnie Pearl
Just when I thought it was safe to answer the phone, I got a late afternoon call today from my doctor's office. My cardiologist wants to see me tomorrow morning. In my dysfunctional heart of hearts, I know this is not good news. I was somehow supposed to be comforted by the secretary's words that he is the best pacemaker specialist in the city. Good to know. Just the same, it's going to be a long sleepless night.
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