I had the plan of doing absolutely nothing today but laying on the couch with a warm blanket and two cats and watching football. I wake up this morning and my father is cursing at the toilet, sink and shower it's not working right. I didn't feel like dealing with no plumbing so I went to Aunt's house and watched football with the Uncle instead at least I had working plumbing. It really is the little things.

I'm not quite sure my Cardio med is working, I used the pulse oximeter and it was still well into the 100's and I was laying on a couch with a pit bull crushing me. I just wish to be able to see a number not in the 100's. I haven't bit my nails in a week so progress with the anxiety I guess. I just haven't felt the usual stress that makes me want to bite them.

Hugs to everyone