Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don't think you understand...

I am not dressing up for Halloween this year. I'm just too doggone tired, and so is Mike. We had all our adventure last night, thanks to a wee-small-hours trip to the emergency room. Apparently severe and radiating chest pain is not only a symptom of heart attacks, but also of pleurisy, which is what I have after all. Go Mike and your crazy internet diagnosing skiis! (But he thought I said Blue Roses!) So it was a scary evening, and my chest still doesn't feel good, but at least there's a diagnosis. In other interesting news, I got an EKG done just to be sure I wasn't having a heart attack, and they discovered I have a crazy heart. Something funny showed up on the EKG, a latent tendency towards palpitations. So I have to see a cardiologist about that.

In the meantime, Mike and I each got a bit less than five hours sleep, then had full days of work and school to tend to. So tonight we're relaxing, eating the Halloween candy we bought at 4 this morning while filling my prescription, and watching Dracula in black and white. Even without costumes, Halloween is still Halloween.