You Got What?

Yesterday was a really good day. I went to see my cardiologist and everything is looking great. The tests show that my heart has regained a significant amount of function on the left side. I won't have to see him for 6 weeks and I'm going to have another echo so he can eyeball what's going on electrically and decide whether or not I'll need a defibrillator implanted. So far, it looks like I won't need it. Woohoo!

The doc doubled my dose of one of my heart meds and cleared me for moderate exercise. With all that water loss and restored oxygen I've been itching to go out and walk on the nice days. I have more energy than I've had in years, and really need to burn some of it off.

To celebrate, Hubby brought home ice cream and brandy. With all that's been going on, it's been a really long time since we've been able to run around nekkid and scare the dogs. ;-)

Little Guy stayed with a friend.

Needless to say, a good time was had by all. Except the dogs. They spent the night incarcerated.

When we woke up this morning, Hubby snuggled up to me and growled in my ear. Feeling mighty frisky, my man was. I'm pretty sure that wasn't a gun in his pocket, because well...you know...he wasn't wearing pockets.

Oh crap! I sat up. I forgot to use the oxygen last night!

I'm still at the point where I feel like if I don't follow the doc's directions explicitly, I'm going to suddenly wake up dead one morning. I'm supposed to be on oxygen all night while I sleep. Does that mean I should walk around with my nose hose for 5 or 6 hours today, or could I just skip it and wait until bedtime? I reached down to the floor and groped around for the hose.

"Leave it." Hubby tried to pull me back. "Another 30 minutes won't kill you."

I muttered something that he missed because my head was over the side of the bed. 50 feet of hose has to end somewhere, doesn't it?

"You want to play "Naughty Nurse"?" His ears perked up. "Are you going to take my temperature or am I going to take yours?"

I rolled back onto my pillow with the end of the nose hose in my hand.

No, I said why don't we play "Naughty Nursing Home"? I can be the invalid with the nose hose and you can be the dirty old gray-haired man from down the hall who sneaks in my room to ravish me.

He turned 10 shades of red.

"Oh God," he groaned as he flopped back on his side of the bed. "You really know how to kill a mood!"

Awww c'mon, I wheedled. You don't even have to pretend that you still have all your teeth!

Ok, we're demented. But that's what passes for entertainment in the Attila home.

And it's nice to see that I can still make my old man blush. ;-)