Adrenal

I went to the cardiologist this week. He gave me beta blockers and is going to give my heart a chemically induced stress test. But he thinks the problem is an adrenal gland tumor, so I have to do a twenty four hour urine test too. If it is a tumor, I will have to have surgery.

A typhoon is going to hit this weekend. I’m dreading how dark the house will be when the storm shutters go up. And I dread losing power and being hot. I lost my mind in the last storm. We have a generator, but the generators strong enough to run the air conditioner were already sold out before my husband got to them.

We had a picnic for C’s workplace yesterday. I did not enjoy it, but I got through it. I survived. I hate work parties.

I’ve decided to talk to my husband about politics a lot less. We enjoy discussing a variety of subjects, but on some political subjects, we are just very different, and I don’t like any tension.  We can agree to disagree, but I want my husband to see my softer side anyway. Of course, people who insult traditional women and traditional wives would probably say that I don’t have any of my own opinions anyway, or that I need to force my opinions to match my husband’s. But although we often vote the same way, there are still plenty of issues that we don’t agree with one another on. And I am a bit radical.

For those reasons, I want to discuss politics less, and philosophy and linguistics more. My husband loves those subjects. Being his dream wife is always my goal. Radical softness is more appealing than harshness or high volume or disagreeableness.