Okay Billie - do I need a head doctor, or what?!

The last couple of weeks I've been having some strange rather weird, but subtle sensations in my chest. I reached the point last night, where I decided to have my brother take me over to John Muir Hospital in Walnut Creek, CA for a few tests.

I was pretty sure it would be nothing, but you never know. What I learned was not surprising - becoming a real estate agent can be hazardous to your health.

First - since I quit working for a living last year and joined Craig and Tracey in their business - I've gained over 20 pounds sitting behind this keyboard and grazing through the food troughs during brokers' tour and mixers. It's gotten so bad that I'm now shopping at one of those posh Bay Are boutiques that serve up the maternity look for the "outward bound" male.

I'm back at the gym, but in the mean time - I'm trying to teach the dog to tie my shoes as I hate the geriatric velcro look.

Second - and this is what has me really worried - the weight is easy - burn baby burn. Picture this - emergency room - lying on one of those beds -being hooked up to an EKG, drawing blood, half a dozen people poking me and asking me questions - AND - what am I doing? I'm handing out business cards and asking people if they know of anyone that needs to buy or sell real estate!

I'm off the deep end! But I do hope the young lady that took my credit card payment calls about the little two bedroom we were talking about. And I'm really hoping Maureen, the RN, calls. She's been thinking about getting into real estate and I was pitching her on Keller Williams.

It got so bad, that I finally confessed that I was really okay - Craig and I do this every week - go to the local emergency rooms looking for business! You know - if I get those two follow up calls, I just might.