Heart Broken

Turns out Shawn's heart *is* broken a little. We're still in the hospital this evening because the stress test turned up what is called a "reversable defect" (possilby "mild reversible perfusion defect," according to the Googles -- we haven't seen the cardiologist yet.) Anyway, her heart functions normally at rest, but under stress this tiny portion of her heart doesn't get enough oxygen, probably due to some kind of blockage.

Mason and I meanwhile have gotten very proficient at hanging out. I'm ETERNALLY grateful for the free WiFi that United provides its guests. Otherwise, I'd be bored out of my skull. I have managed to get a little work done on Tate's novel, but, despite long stretches of nothing to do, it's hard to concentrate here. We're always getting interrupted by nurses and other staff, and, of course, we're at a HOSPITAL. Not exactly the sort of place where people feel relaxed and at ease. I mean, d'uh, right? Plus, I'm worried sick about Shawn this whole time, although, honestly, I was less worried before they found something. Before we figured her brain had just gone a bit haywire with the migraine stuff... now....

Now, as I was joking to her earlier, we need to get the Great and Powerful Oz on the line. We not only need a brain, but we need a heart too! And maybe a little courage to boot!

Ai-ai-ai.