Me in a text to Chris early in the morning: “I feel all sick and disoriented. My arm is doing that weird numb thing again. I wish you were here.”
Chris: “You should probably see a doctor. Are you ok?”
Me: “I’m fine. I probably just slept on my arm weird.”
10 HOURS LATER. . . .
Chris: How do you feel?
Me: Much better thanks. My arm hasn’t bothered me since this morning.
Chris: What arm was it?
Me: My left.
Chris: Sure it wasn’t your heart? LIke a heart attack?
Me: Um yeah, Mac and I hiked the entire park afterwards, hills and all without any problems or chest pains. It’s not my heart. I’m probably sleeping on my arm funny.”
Chris: Well, you never can tell, you could have a clot floating around in there somewhere that could kill you.
Me: Um-hummmmm. . .(as I add another 1/2 inch of butter and salt on to his bread). . .