We have received even further disheartening news today. The wife's heart stress test and echogram shows she has a blocked artery in her heart. Not serious enough to delay the surgery but, of some concern. As I'm sure you can guess, this is like the one-two punch and I'm just waiting for the left uppercut. I have a Clive Cussler handy (Have I read this one before? who cares...it's Clive....)and I'm planning on healthy snacks and diet sodas. It's going to be a long,long Friday. Oh...did I mention I absolutely detest sitting in hospital waiting rooms. I can just feel the Marlboro smoke wafting fumes everywhere I go followed by disgusted looks. And it's sort of looking at my own future in reverse. I wonder if anyone will be waiting for me someday or will the waiting room be stone dead and quiet, no one there to tell the sad news of my passing. Just creeps me out, too. Hospitals are full of dead spirits and I "feel" them around me. I get restless quickly and head for the nearest exit. Hence the smelly clothes and breath upon returning. Because....that's what husbands do. They wait. But, only for so long at a time. When the panic strikes, it's time to calm the nerves. I'll be back in ten minutes.