On Saturday I caught up on my Thursday shows while my sweetie baked me a cake.
You see, when we first met, and I first quit smoking, he told me that he made an insanely chocolately chocolate cake. He told me that when I reached 100 days of being smoke free, he would bake me the cake.
When I reached 100 days a little over 2 weeks ago, we were on the cape and his little nephew was around, so it was not an ideal time to be baking.
So on Saturday, he presented me with a "Congrats on 114 days of being smoke-free" cake. Awwww... ain't he a sweetheart?
On Sunday, we went to my grandmother's grave in Sharon, and then got a semi-early dinner, and my breathing wasn't much better, so we wound up going to a different ER than the one we'd gone to on Friday night. Ugh. Tons of fun.
No real answers, except they said that the previous hospital had diagnosed me with LUPUS when I was there... they uhh... kind of forgot to tell ME that, I guess... so I am not putting any stock in that until I get some more concrete answers. I know what they were testing me for on Sunday... but I don't dare say it. Again, gotta find someone to get me real tests and answers and not just shove me out.
I have 2 appointments tomorrow, so hopefully the 2nd of the two will get things a-rollin'. (The first is with my new PCP, and I am going to tell him to piss off)
Here's hoping for the best!