distressing day

I had a bit of a distressing day.  I woke up with pain in my chest today, on the left side above my breast.  After I woke up and noticed the pain I relaxed on the couch to see if it would go away.  When it didn't it go away  it started to worry me.  I took a shower hoping that would make me feel better but that didn't help either.
So after making a couple of phone calls I decided to go to the ER.  At this point I don't know if some of my problem was myself being in a panic.  Anyway I go, get admitted, they take me back and start all these tests and monitors on me.  Everything came back ok....EKG, chest x-ray, blood work.  The pain was due to chest wall irrations and stress.  Good thing I wasn't having a heart attack, but I sure felt stupid by the time I got to go home.  I got stuck 3 times for IV, blood draw and the blood pressure cuff  hurt like a son of a bitch.  I finally took it off my arm because I was tired of it pinching my arm. 

As distressing as all that was, while asking 20 questions about your medical history the one ER person says, "would you like to call your husband?"

"No I'm divorced"

"would you like to call your boyfriend?"

"No don't have one of those either"

After that I thinking...... how pathetic I am because I don't have a man in my life, or anyone other than my parents that would worry about me and be upset that I was at the ER.  Well my sons would be but one is in Indianapolis and can't drive, the other is in Lafayette over an hour away.  I wouldn't let them call my parents because I didn't want to upset them if it wasn't anything major. 

So do the hospital staff assume that every women has a husband or boyfriend ?  Or did I look like I needed to have one?  I don't know but I know I don't need a keeper.......I drove myself to the ER for heaven sake.
Anyway as stupid as I felt, I also got to feel like a loner for not having anyone to come sit with me.

Fat or Phat?

I took Uncle Jam home......I was pretty blunt with him, more so than anyone else.  Not that I hide things but I was just flat out blunt.......told him he was going home with me to fuck.......he had to wear a rubber.  Now he was a different one.....the whole situation was kind of odd.  First off he wasn't much of a kisser.  I like to kiss and not all men can kiss or I should kiss good.  I mean Uncle Jam kissed me maybe twice and he wasn't a overly good kisser.  The next thing that was sort of odd was that usually when you hook up with a man they want to start undressing you, at least till they get to see and feel the ta-tas.  With Uncle Jam it was undressed and then in the bed.  I do have to say he was a nice toucher......knew how to touch the right places.  The touch was enough t get me going so what the heck bring it on.  Uncle Jam wasn't overy large in the manhod department, average and I can deal with average.  It's the itty bitty I done with!  Now I have to say this for Uncle Jam the ool was bent, yeah have a curve to it.  When I seen that I thought oh great how's this gonna work out, but I have to admit it turned out pretty good because that curved to hit just in the right spot!!!
When I bring someone home the first time and he can make me cum two times......he did good!!
He must have enjoyed what I had to give also because when he was done he says to me, "you have a fat pussy"  and I'm like excuse me???   I have a what???  He says no that's good.....not fat but "PHAT"  like sweet.  Now I have heard of a lot of things but "PHAT Pussy" is not one of them.  Oh well that's ok but I was glad he enjoyed me as much as i enjoyed him.  Next time I just rather a man say I have a sweet pussy instead of a PHAT pussy.!!!!