And now for some good news (I know, finally). I got the results of my blood tests back this morning. Most everything was good. The only bad things I found out I pretty much already knew. I'm anemic (though not too badly) and I'm a "mild bleeder" which means I'm missing something in my blood to help with clotting (which is why wounds never freakin' heal on me). Apparently there's a whole bunch of stages of being a bleeder (hemophiliac being the worst) and I'm on the mild end. But, this is a good thing because the heart condition I have can cause me to throw clots and that might have been why the possible small stroke (when I went numb a few years back) wasn't so bad.

I also had good news on two other fronts. I am not diabetic. I am hypoglycemic, but once again something I already knew. Also, my cholesterol levels are very good. My total cholesterol is 180 (below 200 is where you want to be). My bad cholesterol is 101 (which the doc said is great) and my good cholesterol is 50 (which the doc said is that of an athlete). Apparently it's obvious that my weight problems are due to my meds and not my diet because I do not have the cholesterol of most people who are my weight. So, that was some nice news.

On the crappy front, the damn monitor is driving me out of my fucking mind. I'm allergic to the sticky stuff and the tape so I now have giant red welts and scarring under the taped areas. It hurts and itches SO badly. Worse than it was when I had tape over the bandage after my tattoo. But, I only have to have this thing on until 6:46pm and I think I can handle that. Sleeping last night was sucky. It's not easy to sleep with one of these on. Thank the gods that I only have to wear this for 24 hours!!! The only problem I've had so far was during my workout. No palpitations, but I was dizzy and having pains in the chest. Hopefully once they go over the data in this thing they can figure out my exact diagnosis. If the doc wants me on Beta Blockers I'm going to need to ask him about the metabolism thing Kat mentioned (I cannot afford to gain weight) and the fact that Beta Blockers can make asthma worse (also something I don't need). The doc I'm seeing is one of the best heart doctors in LA so he should know what he's doing. My dad was worried when he heard I was seeing someone at Good Sam, but checked the guy out and said he's great. Yay! See? Not *everyone* at Good Sam is incompetant.

So now I sit and play around on the computer counting down the minutes until this thing can be removed from me and I can shower. I feel so grungy. Ew.