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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A New Part Well. I've been writing about the visit to the hospital. I was getting a little wordy, but that's what I was after. I was just working to the part where they took Linda to the room, and then to the part where the did the tests the next day. I need to skip right to that part. They took her downstairs early that day. In fact, I had not left the house yet to get there when Linda phoned to tell me not to rush, she would be out of the room for a few hours. I got there right after they returned her to her room, about 10:30. We proceeded to sit around and wait. Around 4pm, a tech showed up to do an echocardiogram. About 6pm, one of the cardiologists from the practice came in. He told us that he had reviewed the results of the stress test, and combined with the blood enzyme tests, they determined that she did not have a heart attack. He told us that he had not reviewed the echo yet, but there was no reason for her to stay any longer, and we were discharged a short time later. We spent most of Saturday lying around. I had to go to work at 3pm, and did. Linda was tired from the experience, but was otherwise feeling good. We were both off Sunday, and I worked in the yard, and painted a couple of walls. Repainted, actually, since I had done them the previous weekend before Linda decided she had picked the wrong color, but that's an entirely different story with a huge amount of disagreement mixed in. We both went back to work on Monday. Today, our primary care physician's office called Linda. She was already on the phone with them, on the nurse message line, when they called. Amy, the nurse, told Linda that she was holding the report from the cardiologist. He had read the echo, and had discovered that she had a problem. A left ventricle abnormality, it said. They wanted her to make an appointment, soon. So the primary's office has sent an authorization for the visit, and the two offices are working out an appointment. Linda started her phone call to me by saying, "Okay, I don't want you to freak out or anything." I didn't. In reality, she told me that because she was freaked out. I totally empathize with her, me being a mulitple-time heart patient and potential dead-man-walking. We both fixed dinner tonight, and I just finished cleaning up and stowing away. Don't throw me any extra credit for doing that, I was just trying to stay busy so I wouldn't have to watch American Idol. What's been on my mind today? Wondering if Linda was okay, if she was really nervous. (Turns out she spent a little time googling "left ventricle dysfunction" this afternoon, which made her feel better.) Wondering if I am working hard enough not to get fired, so that I'll have insurance to pay for this. Wondering if it'll be expensive. Wondering if we have enough saved. Wondering if she may have some condition that keeps her from being able to work, and what that might do to our life. Wondering what it would be like to have to provide care for her. Wondering if I even could, properly. A lot goes through the mind. No wonder she freaked out every time I wound up in the hospital.
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