I awoke at 02:30 this morning with chest pain. Not real bad pain, just enough to wake me up.

I sat up and willed it to go away, and that didn't work; however, it didn't get any better either.

Tums: yeah, just the thing.

Didn't do anything. Shit.

Gradually, slowly, the pain began subsiding.

I had taken the nitro pills from my pants pocket as I left the bedroom, and my mind was focussed on the bottle in the pocket of my robe as I waited for a change.

And the internet was down, dammit.

Finally pain-free, I sat and waited for it to return. Fifteen minutes, then a half-hour, sitting and waiting. Getting sleepier and sleepier.

Went back to bed and slept until 10:00 or so. Nice, long, refreshing sleep.

And I have no idea what that was about.

It wasn't gastric, the tums provide instant relief for the occasional gastritis that I have, and it really didn't feel like the esophagitis that I very seldom have.

And I really don't think that it was cardiac, it was totally different than anything that I've ever had before. And it didn't get worse, and there was no sweating. So no, not cardiac.

O'wait!

I've got a pacer-defibrillator! Damn, I just now thought about this!

One of the reasons that my doc wanted to put the pacer in was... bradycardia. In the middle of the night. At the hospital after that last cath, my heart rate got down to 30 several times.

And the pacer, when that happens, ramps up.

And I don't know what that feels like. As far as I know, the pacer has never done anything since it's been implanted.

Well, maybe it was doing it's job last night?

Mayvbe I bradyed out and it ramped up and didn't work so it ramped up with more voltage and woke me up?

Maybe maybe maybe.

19:38...
So whatever, no more chest pain. That's a good thing, heh.

Not much doin' tonight, but Matt got his drum set delivered today, and he's at home setting it up now. That was his splurge with his part of JED's insurance money.

A month or so ago I told Brian that he could set up the drum set that he inherited from his grandfather in the basement. I haven't heard anything more about that, but I haven't asked, either.

And the basement? Well, JD pretty well talked me into throwing a bunch of shit away, I think. That's not a fersure thing until it's all done, however.

Karen floated an idea here a while back... she wants me to build a shop, not a garage. So JD and I went to Home Depot and looked at some buildings that they erect on your site, it would just be a shell, 16X24 foot (not 16X20 like I told my brother), with a wood floor.

The problem is... we will have to dip into the retirement account to do that.

So I've had to put a lot of time justifying doing it to myself.

And I've finally accomplished that, I have.

It's something that will add to the value of the house.

It will give me a woodworking shop, which I have sorely missed for the last 19 years. I will get a lot of satisfaction out of it.

I have actually given a lot of thought about putting a shop in the basement, but when I think about getting older (and I'm still planning on doing that) I think that I will be more likely to not walk down stairs.

Another thing that will be nice is that I can actually put a covered carport on the front of it and park the vehicles there, without actually having them in my shop.

Yep, I talked myself into it, I did.

OK, totally off the subject, or rather, changing subjects completely... go read this piece and come back. That URL is http://valleyadvocate.com/gbase/News/content?oid=oid:59396 . O'wait, you don't need to come back, I'm done here today.