Addled

Insomniac self-talk: "I'm so funny it isn't tired."

I realized as I dragged myself out of bed this morning after yet another five-hour sleep, I must give up caffeine tea, which makes me sad. I have a whole drawer full of tea. Fortunately about half of it is herbal.

While we were moving heavy stuff into the shop this morning, I started getting intermittent chest pains. I get that from anxiety sometimes, but recently it has happened during exertion, which is more of a concern. I went to emergency.

Groves Memorial Community Hospital is Fergus is famous for its speedy ER. Many people from Guelph go there. The triage nurse was grumpy, but otherwise the human contact was refreshingly enjoyable. I even had a chance to close my insomniac eyes for a few minutes, but there wasn't much waiting around. They plugged me in and did an EKG. I was out of there in 70 minutes.

They didn't find anything wrong with my heart—it might have been muscle strain or digestive problems pulling on my diaphrahm—but said I was right to go in and have it checked. My doctor had asked me to do so when it happened, just ot make sure, so now I can rest a little easier (I wish). It is just another one of the annoying (mostly little) aches and pains I better get used to.