*swears under breath*

Soooo, I'm at my routine 6 month asthma check-up last Wed. My dr. is listening to my heart and asks "Have you always had a heart murmur?". Aahhmmmmm, NO! So he schedules an echocardiogram for that Thursday afternoon. The nice dude doing the echo tells me they'll sent it to a cardiologist who will look at it and then let my dr. know. Says I should hear something early this week.

Sooooo, Monday finally rolls around....I'm attached to the phone, won't even vacuum during office hours so I don't miss the call.. Nada!(The boys were nice enough all Monday evening to keep my mind occupied by acting like the anti-christs.)

Tuesday....Nada again...(Zane brought a computer learning game from from school, so the boys kept me busy doing that.)

Ok, enough of this, Wednesday morning I call the dr. office , nice lady on the phone tells me my results should be in by now. I listen to office music while I'm on hold as she checks....Yep, results are in my file, BUT....my dr. hasn't signed off on them yet. The cardiologist has though. She'll have my dr. look at them and call me, today. *eyeballs phone*

Oh, and if he doesn't call today it won't be until Friday because he has Thursdays off.

But Wyatt is keeping me busy by running outside in just a pull-up in 40 degree weather everytime I turn around. And Luke is refusing to nap. Why don't they try distracting me by being cute and adorable? Off to yell, scream, and nag.