A little tennis

As it is, there aren't many people in Dallas this summer so Travis and I spend the evenings together for the most part. I can't complain! Anywho, I feel like we (or him mostly and I go along with it) do/does a good job of mixing things up every now and then. So sometimes instead of watching tv or a movie at my house, we'll go play tennis or go read at a coffee house somewhere (or attempt to...some close earlier than we arrive)

2 nights ago we played tennis!

It wasn't too hot, so we lasted about an hour...not too shabby for being outside in the Texas summer heat.  Neither of us will be ready for Wimbledon any time soon, but we can keep the ball going. 

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Yesterday I got blood taken for the first time. I've been getting annoyed for a while now because any time I exert myself it's hard to catch my breath, heart beats rapidly, sometimes I turn a blue-ish color. Annoying, right? So I had to get some blood tests. Long story short, after the blood has been taken and it's time for me to stand...standing seems harder than ever before

I was all "I feel kinda throw-uppy" {in a slow sleepy voice} and she was all like...."yeahhhh why don't you lay back down". She came back a few minutes later and I'm pale as a ghost, sweating bullets, and half asleep telling her, "I think I feel kinda hot". So they brought the doctor in and covered me with ice packs, hooked me up to the blood pressure machine and re-took my blood pressure like 12 times. They made me keep my eyes open, making it impossibly difficult to fall asleep the way my body was demanding me to.  

After a few minutes in the ice, an apple juice and pack of crackers later, I was stand up-able, and on my way. 

I know that happens a lot..........it was just funny to have it happen to me. Apparently you're supposed to drink lots of water before these things. Go figure

After that I had to go get a chest x-ray

The hospital "gowns" are a blue and white striped pattern with a decorative diamond print. Ya know what I found utterly baffling? The decorative diamond. What's the point? It's a hospital gown. Calling it a gown is even pushing it. I tell ya what, that thing is a glorified apron. 

To whom it may concern,

You are wasting your time/energy, and however little extra cost it may be to diamond your aprons. Also, your "gown" is an insult to evening gowns and sleeping gowns. Call it what it is.

Sincerely,

Baffled

Nothin but love,

Bethany