I’m every doctor’s worst nightmare. I usually have myself diagnosed before I ever walk into their office. I read a lot and like to ask questions. I want to know how things work and why they work that way and what I can do to make them better. I’ve been through a couple of doctors that were never taught that there are no stupid questions. I learned that in kindergarten! Poor fellas. Makes me wonder what their childhoods were like. Maybe they need counseling.
Thankfully, after a lot of searching, I’ve been blessed to find great doctors that are patient with me and do a really wonderful job of pretending that I’m not annoying. Except for my thyroid doctor, but he annoys me too so we’re even. (speaking of kindergarten)
Yesterday was my cardiologist appointment in Little Rock. All of my pre-appointment online research couldn’t have prepared me for the awkwardness of walking on a treadmill in a hospital gown. Have you ever worn one of those things? Nobody warned me that there would be partial nudity involved. It was awkward. I don’t know what else to say about it. Maybe if someone had warned me I could’ve……I don’t know…..done some crunches? Maybe a few push ups? Take my word for it that nothing will get you excited about working out like seeing yourself walk half naked on a treadmill in front of a male doctor and his male nurse. Seriously. Training starts ASAP!
Now that y’all are totally grossed out I’ll tell you that my 60 year old, male, marathoner nurse was extremely professional. He knew I was uncomfortable and worked hard to put me at ease. He was a very sweet guy. AND he likes cupcakes!
For those of you that have never had an echocardiogram, it is fascinating to see your own heart beating on a screen. The whole process only took about 15 minutes and I got my diagnosis right away. My heart is perfectly healthy. Praise the Lord! The doctor said that even though I hadn’t run in 6 months my heart is very well conditioned and in great shape. He said that my prescription is to “exercise without restriction, starting today”. I think that was his nice way of saying “Girl, I saw what was under that gown and you have a lot of work to do.”
There was really no explanation for the shooting pains in my shoulder and arm except for possible nerve issues. I can live with that!
I haven’t said this enough, but thank you for the sweet notes of encouragement, phone calls, and prayers. They were greatly appreciated. Y’all are the best!
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