at least according to the what tarot card are you website. Not sure how I feel about this.
You are The Devil
Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really “Satan” at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild – or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
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…in the medical community. I finally called the regular doc today to find out if in all the blood work I have had done if anyone had checked for thyroid function. When the nurse called back she confirmed that yes, the May 11th blood draw did include a thyroid check and the results came back… um, well, the results don’t seem to be in the file. She’ll contact the lab and follow up on that and get the results to the doctor So, if I hadn’t called no one would have known that my blood work is MIA. This is getting more than a wee bit frustrating.
OK… the cardiologist appointment went very, very well. Apparently whatever “dysfunction” I’m having is so minor – the bottom of the heart is just not pumping as hard as the top -he’s not worried at all. He also thought that the low blood pressure was not a problem, if anything he wishes all his patients had my blood pressure. Talk about a huge weight off my shoulders. I had the nurse tell my mom that I really am fine so that she could be 100% sure. Called Jim to let him know that everything was fine, he was also very relieved. Afterwards we went out to a nice lunch and did some shopping.
When I got home Harley still wasn’t drinking and was as lethargic as ever. The groundhogs were in the yard and she didn’t even make a fuss about it when she was outside. I called the vet and they wanted to see her right away. They asked if she had eaten anything she wasn’t supposed to… I don’t think so but I can’t swear to it… she has stuff in her mouth so quickly that something could have slipped by. The vet decided we better do x-rays. When he came back with the x-rays in hand I thought… oh no, what is he going to show me. Turns out it was clear. She did have a fever so she has some antibiotics and the vet says she should be back to normal in 12-24 hours. If she gets dehydrated or doesn’t show improvement bring her back. She did drink half a bowl of water when we got home so hopefully she’ll be on the mend soon.
OK, 12.5 hours until my cardiologist appointment. It seemed like it would never get here. Tomorrow we get some answers…. will I be ok, will the baby be ok, is this valve damage reversible, how severe is it…??? The list goes on and on. I’m trying to not be hysterical when I go in. Of course, my Mom is insisting on taking me… will she wait in the waiting room or is she going to insist on seeing the doctor like I’m 6? If it’s bad news what do I say when I call Jim at work?
Add to the mix of things, Harley is sick today. She’s really lethargic and has no interest in food or water. So, I’m having to keep and eye on her and might have to get her to the vet tomorrow. She doesn’t seem miserable just lethargic. She doesn’t even want up on the bed. I hope she’s ok and it’s just something she’s eaten is disagreeing with her.
We didn’t do a lot this weekend. I normally go and decorate at the cemetery for my dad’s side of the family a few hours away but just didn’t have the energy to do it. Dad went faithfully every year and I always went with him. I promised him I’d keep it up after he was gone. I called grandma earlier this week and let her know, she was pretty understanding about it.
We did go out to my Mom’s on Sunday to see her and decorate for my dad and brother at the cemetery. I took some nursery samples for Mom to look at. Nursery bedding is so expensive — $400-500 for a five piece bedding set??? I don’t think so! My bedding set didn’t cost that much! I knew my Mom would have great ideas on making everything. She even had a couple of patterns for maternity clothing she had picked up and wants to make for me. She’s so talented. I called her today and she had been out looking at fabric for the nursery and buying patterns. We find out in a week if it’s a boy or a girl so she will be ready to roll when we find out.
I did a layout of some of the nursery sets we looked at. The paper is from Lisa Whitney’s Spaced Out pack and the layout is a quick fill template from Heather Ann Designs.
Somehow those words were supposed to be more reassuring, but they weren’t. I woke up to the phone ringing. It was the regular doctor’s office. They have received my echo results; I have left ventrical diastolic dysfunction and need to see a cardiologist. They will set the appointment and let me know when it is. Call them if I haven’t heard by Thursday. Um, ok… what the hell is this, what does it mean. “It’s not life threatening”. None of my internet research is that reassuring. What’s caused this, what exactly is it, can you fix it, will the baby be ok? A million questions running through my mind. Of course, no call with the appointment time yet. Doubt I’ll sleep a lot tonight.
After a day of general lethargy I’ve spent the better part of the wee early morning hours of Monday with morning sickness. Am I just a late bloomer? This is supposed to get better in the second trimester, not start. Ugh!
Jim is continuuing to limp around and Harley, true to form, did it again today. She came into the bedroom and jumped up on the bed, Jim was trying to coax her to lie down at the end of the bed by giving her a chew bone. She graciously took it, then dropped it right smack on his hurt toe. The million dollar shot… couldn’t have been more of a direct hit if she had tried. Fortunately he had given her a small chew bone instead of the larger one, we’d be at the hospital having his heart restarted.
Did a quick layout of Donald’s birthday from last year tonight. Layout and paper are from Heather Ann Designs. Can’t believe this kid’s going to be 16 in a few months. Where does the time go? I fear he’s struggling a bit right now and there’s nothing I can do for him except wait for him to come to me. I sure hope he does sooner rather than later.
I’m convinced that Cosmo knows I’m pregnant. And I think he’s pretty excited. His favorite thing to do is lay across my stomach. He always keeps his weight off of my stomach but will sit beside me and flop over my belly. I also get at least one belly massage daily. Harley has not learned to be quite as gentle yet but she’s working on it.