Tuesday was one of those days that I am happy to put behind me. When you start the day with a BAD night of sleep, it makes anything seem LOOOONG. The girls and I were up at 5am and on the road by 5:45am for my doctor appointment 70 miles south. As the nurses were hooking me up to the EKG, they asked me if the two girls that I had with me were my little sisters. (grin) "Yes...yes they are." I got the confirmation from this heart specialist that all is well. His only concern is that he worries about me passing out while driving if I happen to have an episode. I'm not overly concerned with that only because my episodes seem to happen at night when I'm completely relaxed. (I had another 'episode' last night which leaves me feeling funny inside...and not the 'ha ha' kind of feeling) I grabbed my sister's (grin) from the waiting room and drove 90 miles north to DHMC for their physicals and Kayla's appointment with the rheumatologist. Lucky them. Seven shots later (between the two) and a diagnosis of Kayla's JRA being in remission (YAY!) we got back in the car and drove 70 miles homes where I fixed dinner, got the kids off to their church activities, ate a whole sleeve of thin mint girl scout cookies (they seem a whole lot smaller than I remember!) and put myself to bed.