Back to water aerobics. And of course the first teacher we get is the one who thinks she is some kind of world class hoohoo dancing instructor and we are her remedial class. She just dances away up on the shore and tries to get us to do things that are impossible to do under the water. We had to be creative to figure out things we could do that somewhat matched her instructions. But we were still exercising. There was that …
In
the afternoon we drove into Texas to pick up the holter monitor that Chris has
to wear for a month to track her heart rate and determine if she needs a
pacemaker. It was not at all what I
expected. When Kel was a kid he had to
wear one for a few days. It was encased
in a back pack he had to carry around with him.
Not at all conducive to measuring a typical day’s activity. But this one is stuck to her chest with some
of that super-glue-type tape. Wireless
technology shoots a signal to a phone they issued her, which in turn sends the
information to a central receiving office, manned 24 hours a day to watch for
anomalies. I asked if it was an illegal
burner that they would actually use to signal a secret government device that
would take over her mind and give her instructions on what her next mission
will be. They looked at me like I was a
little bit crazy. Sorry. You have to remember that I have been infused
with Captain America juice. Anyway, this
one can go with her wherever she wants to go, even swimming. As long as the water is no deeper that three
feet. That was just fine with Chris. Now to see if it actually does anything.
We
stopped by Nathan’s on the way home.
April was at work and Cailyn was staying with a friend. We had a really nice chat. Also met their newest baby. A tiny little miniature Australian shepherd
puppy. The plan is to train it to herd
the chickens and goats. Can’t wait to
see how that works out. In the meantime,
she is having a blast playing with her boxer sister Tilly and driving her other
boxer sister, the much-older Abby, completely bonkers.
From
there we went to Gringos for a bite to eat.
That’s Chris’ favorite Mexican food spot, and we haven’t been in a long
time. It was … loud. They had competing music going on. One station was blaring in the bar area and a
different one was playing in the rest of the restaurant. Both Mexican music, too. Add to that all the talking (it was a busy
place), and I didn’t hear much. Enjoyed
my quesadillas, though.
Psalms
59:16 says, “But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of
your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.”
Father,
please help the docs use this tool to figure out next steps with Chris’s
heart. Amen.
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