Hubby wanted to test drive a particular car today. [He wants to ship one to Europe.] The only one he found available was an hour and a half drive away. When we got there, a young salesman said it wasn't available. I confess that I slightly lost it and he received quite a rant from me. [I won't describe what all I said, but Hubby later said that the guy looked scared.] After that, suddenly the car WAS available. Long story shortened, we decided against it after test driving it. The salesman was obviously disappointed, but "Oh, well!"

I talk to my nephrologist tomorrow. I really want a medication for my blood pressure since it is way too high. As high or higher than my husband's was when he was prescribed one. I even bought the blood pressure monitor that doctor pushed me to buy (never told Hubby because he didn't want me to). Now we have three. This new "better one" shows the highest readings yet. I would also like something for my cholesterol. If something doesn't assist, I will likely soon croak from a heart attack or stroke.

The frustrations are getting to me. Fury starts to set in.