When life hands you a heart attack, make a blog.

I saw this display in the local toy store window recently. Isn't it great? Life isn't always fair but it's the approach you take that makes it worth it. I'm tired right now and grumpy. Stressed, and just plain worn out. I can't do anything about that right now but you know what I can do? I bought a Snuggie. That's right, an honest to goodness Snuggie. I may not be able to fix the tired at a pace I'd like but I CAN curl up and snuggle in my Snuggie. I get bonus points for cracking up my husband with my Snugginess. "Look! I'm in a Snuggie! Hug me! Hug the Snuggie Corey! Hug it!"

Yeah I know, I'm an idiot. I have a heart attack and started a blog. I feel bad, I buy the world's most cheesy invention. It's a process people. One good thing for one bad. Kind of my grown up version of a kid's sick present. You're reading my coloring book and action figures. If it keeps me happy and occupied it's doing it's job right?

Here's another random funny for you. I know my last post wasn't that fun so here's some behind the scenes info. My doctor handed me those photos while I was being discharged. He's pointing out the serious nature of my heart and it's miraculous recovery thanks to his capable hands. How do I respond?
"Jeez! Is that my spine?!? Yeah? How does that look? Good? Cool." Also...while medicated up to my eyeballs and not quite with it yet...
"My heart looks fat in the After picture. Fat heart. I have a skinny heart? Huh. It'll fit right in then. Someone should have sent it the skinny memo."
My doctor is awesome for putting up with me. To be fair, I've never seen an x-ray of myself, never been in the hospital, and never been "doped" with those crazy things they actually call medication. That means I was overstimulated, interested, and stoned. The whole big picture thing took a while to sink in. The random small stuff? Oh I was aaalll over that. I wish I'd bought the Snuggie then! I could have rehabbed with a Snuggie. Darn it, why didn't I think of that?!?