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At my therapists urging I am having my heart checked out. She said a lot of the symptoms I have been experiencing throughout the years that have been attributed to anxiety sound more like issues with the heart. Since I am on medication that is supposed to eliminate panic attacks and that doesn't seem to be happening I went to see my doctor today to talk to him about it. He agreed with my therapists opinion that I could have a minor heart issue and decided to hook me up to this nifty 24 hour portable EKG meter. I can't take a shower and I have to sleep with it on. Joy. Also, I have to log into this little pamphlet of a diary if I experience any pain or discomfort in my chest. He said that he is pretty sure that I don't have any blockages or what have you that would cause any sort or arhythmia but it is better to be safe rather than sorry.

He said if it is anything with my heart that it could possibly be something called mitral valve prolapse. Honestly, I would be relieved if I was diagnosed with this because it would explain so much about me.

I went to school today to talk to the financial aid people. UA is a much bigger campus than SUNY Purchase was so I got a little lost. Okay I got a lot lost. I kept driving around in circles until I finally found the right building. Anyway, I parked in the parking deck because it seemed that you needed a parking pass to park anywhere else, and since I did not want to get a fine I parked where it said "Visitor Parking". Makes sense, right? It appeared as if you needed a token or some such to get out of the deck, but I figured since it was a big university that they would take a credit card so that I may attain one of these tokens. After I see the nice financial aid people I go to the parking people. Now mind you, I was pretty stressed after driving around for a bit and generally being nervous by being in an alien environment. I saw a sign that said "cash only". There was no way for me to get cash, I only had a credit card. Well, I was in no mood for this so when it was my turn to talk to the parking lady I said "Look, I have no cash and no way to get any. Just give me a token."

She then replied in a rather meek way, "Sorry, I can't help you then."

"Yes you can," I said, "You can just give me a token."

"I can't help you," she said again getting shier and more intimidated by the minute.

"Look," I said now leaning over the counter and never taking my eyes away from hers, " I need to get my car out of there. So what if I don't have three dollars? I am going to be a student here, just give me a token to get out. I have had a rough day and don't feel like dealing with this right now. I know you have tokens back there so just give me one." At this point I am exercising my Jedi mind trick skills.

She looks around for a moment rather skittishly and seemed to be melting into an overheated pile of live wires right before my eyes. She took out from underneath the counter a huge box of tokens and hands me one. I thanked her profusely and went on my merry way.

Moral of the story: Don't fuck with stressed out Jersey girls. Though I am sure my tattoos and general demeanor didn't do anything to make her feel at ease with me. She seemed like a bit of a sheltered lass.

Now I am not usually in the business of intimidating people to get my way, but sometimes it's inevitable.