Healthy heart.... all around

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Had my checkup and all is well with the ole' ticker. My cardiologist is always sure to remind me how serious I was and that He hasnt had that much excitement or anxiety.... EVER.. Allie insisted on going this time I think so she coukld leave for school with a clear mind. He asked if she knew how "touch and go" her Mom was. She said yes and then went on to tell him that I eat all the junk I shouldnt and I dont exercise and for him to talk some sense into me. He just looked at me and then back to her and said. "She knows" I cried. right there in the office.
We went for lunch there. Now to get an idea of this hospitals size. We have valet parking. There is acres and acres of parking. Burn unit, Nicu, open hear center, wings of mental health, everything it is huge. People of every color shape and size. Its like a trip to I dont know a museum maybe. Babies, old people, amazing. I actually love visiting the place just not the memories. They play a short lullabye everytime a bay is born. So no matter where you are in the hospital you are always reminded that life goes on. I like that the best.
I am now sick as a dog with a wicked case of bronchitis. How that came up so quick I dont know but I went yesterday to my family Doc and got some antibiotics and inhalers and other junk. I think I am feeling better today as long as I dont cough.
I took some pics the other night so I am attaching them. The pic of Missi making faces in front of the burger king is her feeling sick after eating it too fast. I think it is funny so I am sharing it with all of you. Allie and her guy Joey. They probably will break up shortly after she leaves. He is at Penn State Main campus. Western PA. She will be in Philly. South. They know the situation and both have agreed that it wont work. Interesting huh.
Jack is just Jack. wild, beautiful and my daily reminder to take care of myself.

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