Last weekend, my friend Joanna was here. She and I got acquainted in a Christian chat room years ago, and met face-to-face at a Dallas Chat room reunion six or seven years back.
I was telling her about how Cliff gets severe heartburn every time we walk up the steep hills in our pasture, although he's never had a problem with heartburn in his life, before now. She told me about her brother-in-law having the same problem, and it turned out he had a heart problem, not a heartburn problem.
So today Cliff saw the doctor (we rode the motorcycle, by the way). He was given some samples of acid controlling meds, but he also has orders not to walk on the hills that cause his problems until he's taken a stress test, which is yet to be scheduled. I'll keep you updated on that situation.
Joanna, thanks for the heads-up. I do listen to my friends' advice once in awhile.
Another thing for which Joanna is responsible is that I find myself watching CSI shows now. I watch very little TV, but I seem to be hooked on these shows. Good grief, are they on every day? ACK!!!!
Then there's the stuffed squeaky toy Jo brought for Sadie: I am forced to toss that thing at least two dozen times a day.
Oh, and keep your eye on the journal for pictures of me and Cliff in the Honda Gold Wing shirts Joanna brought us. I had lost mine temporarily, but the lost is found.
Isn't it funny how a two-day visit from a friend can shake up your life?