Sorry to say it, but I missed the courthouse today. I'm very concerned, because I don't want the "justice system" to think I've lost interest in justice. I had no choice.

I had planned to be late this morning because I had an appointment at the hospital for a stress test. I have Chronic Heart Disease, and they like to check me out occasionally. The appointment was at 8:30, so I knew I'd be late. Unfortunately, fate intervened.

The stress test was a three part thing. First they take pictures of your heart. Then they stress it. Then they wait 45 minutes and take pictures again. This gives them an idea of what your heart is doing when it's resting, and when it's under stress.

They chose to stress my heart with chemicals. Let me tell you, readers, it is no laughing matter. When they hit my IV with that stuff, I thought my head would explode. The pressure was unbelievable. I couldn't breathe, either. I strongly suggest the CIA explore the possibilities of using this chemical in extreme interrogations. Anyone who gets zapped with it once will never want to do it again.

Anyway, after the chemical wore off they told me I could go and eat. So, I found the hospital cafeteria. Since weight is an on-going issue with me, I settled for a grilled cheese sandwich and order of fries. Then, when I got almost to the register to pay, it hit me. I was dead certain I was having another heart attack. There was a stabbing pain right in my heart, and a sharp pain shot from my left shoulder all the way to my finger tips. I only hoped this wasn't the big one.

The doctors rushed me down to the emergency room and started testing. The rest of my day was spent being poked, prodded, and examined. They evaluated the stress test results not once, but twice. They were not happy. I was not happy. They did EKGs. They checked the enzymes in my blood stream. And finally they got everything under control. By 5:30 p.m., my heart was behaving normally (if not happily). We debated much about whether or not I could come home. I won. I'm home. I did promise, though, that if the pain came back I'd rush straight back up there. You can believe that.

Saw the boys on the weekend. They were happy to be with their daddy, and away from Psychomom. No obvious signs of abuse. We're checking them very closely. They did complain again about not being fed properly, and little Hunter ate an awful lot Friday night. He said he hadn't been fed since breakfast - no lunch or supper.

They cried Sunday night when she picked them up. It's very difficult to make them go back. Hoping to do some good on that subject this week. More about that later in the week, though.

I'm excited about tomorrow. Wonder if they missed me today?