It's been two weeks since I took my
cardiac stress test, and still no word on the results.
That's gotta be a classic case of "no
news is good news," right. I mean, I've been imagining a phone
call that starts with, "This is the hospital. Are you still
alive?" I say "Yes," and they say, "Whew. That's
great. Don't move. An ambulance is coming to get you."
But that hasn't happened, so I figure
whatever the news eventually turns out to be, it can't be too
bad, and it might even be good. So hooray for me.
By the
way, for something called a "stress test," it was pretty
boring. Took all morning, and it mostly involved sitting around
waiting while the various things they gave me intravenously got
circulated. Then they'd take some pictures of my innards, take some
EKGs, pump in something else and make me wait more. Poor Tori, who
came with me, missed all the "action," because there wasn't
any, and because she couldn't come in the areas where they did the
actual testing. Fortunately, she brought a book.
The
only really difficult part was just getting from the place in the
hospital where they did the IV to the place where they took the
pictures, to the place where they did the EKG. It seemed as if they
intentionally placed them at the farthest points away from each other
in the hospital.
Since
then I haven't really given it much thought. Just waiting for the
results so I can get on with the next step – whatever that turns
out to be – of making me healthy, or at least healthy-ish.
Catching
up
Been a
while since I posted. Lot of stuff going on, lot of it work, family
stuff. Stuff I should be blogging about but I'm too busy doing it to
take the time out to write much.
The
family is good. Max is driving – I know, scary, but he's actually
getting pretty good. Doesn't have a license yet, probably not until
this summer. Louisiana, which is so backward in so many way, has some
really strict laws about the process for kids getting licenses and
what they can do when the first get them. But he's going through the
hurdles.
2 comments:
Glad yer well, mate! Me Mum took a few o' those "stress tests" - she said she was so relaxed by the time they got to her, there was no stress left.
Everything in moderation...and whatever makes ye happy! That seems to be the key - and less stressful than ridiculous diets that no one ever sticks to (especially in Louisiana).
Hope to see ye soon...
Glad all is well
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