Rough Week

This was one of those challenging weeks that makes you really wish there was a "redo" button available for use. Remember my last post where we started the week finding out we cannot refinance the house and therefore are still screwed every month with money.

Then on Wednesday I get a text message from my brother saying he was having chest pains, felt weird and asked if he should go the Dr. I didn't get that until half an hour after he sent it so I went ahead and called. Luckily he had decided to go ahead and go to the hospital to be safe. Thank goodness he did. They ran an EKG which made them decide to keep him overnight which led to blood work which led to an angiogram which ultimately led to the confirmation that, at 31, he had a mild heart attack. The more detailed diagnosis is that he had a really small amount of plaque buildup that ruptured which, by definition, stressed his heart and caused the 1.5/10 heart attack. He is really in a pretty good spot now because he knows he is more at risk and young enough to turn it around and be better. He is also all cleaned up and good as new as far as the plaque goes. The artery that was blocked is clear and all of the others looked good. He just has to watch his salt and cholesterol intake. It's a scary thing and we are very lucky and happy that he is doing well and actually went to the Dr when he knew there was something off.

Mom, Lilly, and I went up to La Crosse to visit Mark to help him feel better and to get his place cleaned up so he didn't have to strain. It was a good weekend but we were running some errands yesterday and were about to go to Wal Mart when Lilly decided she was going to be ornery. OH MY GOD. We were in the store and I was going to put her in the cart but she refused. She stood there and just screamed as loud as she could. This is when I said NOPE! I picked her up and said we were heading to the car. She calmed a little by the time we got out the front door so I gave her one more chance. She threw another colossal tantrum and started hitting and kicking. I picked her up to take her to the car. I swear at least 5 people probably thought I was kidnapping the kid. Oh man if she does that again it will take everything in me not to walk away and pretend I don't know her.

The rest of the weekend was okay. I am kind of down though about myself because I know I didn't eat as well as I could and I am just annoyed about it. I wish it took more for me to gain weight back once I have lost it. I'm gonna be 100% on track here again starting tomorrow. Gotta get out of my funk. I want to lose 10 pounds by Easter. No special reason for the Easter deadline except that it is a set point. It is 6 weeks so it is realistic and that is when I will see family that I haven't since December so it would be fun to see if they noticed. Hopefully I can kick myself into high gear and reach that goal. It really probably isn't too far off from where I wanted to be anyway but it is a set definite goal from this point that I can reference and work towards.