So I have had multiple people ask me about why I have another cardiologist appointment. I honestly do not recall posting about it, but I figured I should explain.
My first cardiologist appointment was six(6) hours long. I began in his office and then went downstairs to the laboratory where they drew blood. I quickly began to crash, but pushed through as I had two more tests and a heart monitor to learn to understand. Walking back up to the cardio area, my friend and I realized we had some time, so I told him I was going to call my insurance since there had been a miscommunication somewhere. As I was on the phone, they called me for the stress EKG (it is the one with the treadmill that you see in the movies). I went for however long I went for and then stopped from not being able to catch a full breath. I was annoyed and frustrated. Even though I had not been fine this summer running and training, I knew I could keep going, but I simply did not want to hurt myself at the doctor's office. Then we went to lunch and it was really good. I had a hamburger; it was amazing, especially after not having one since August. That is a bunny trail.
So then I went in for the ECHO. I showed up late even though the restaurant was across the street. But it is okay, the technician was running behind- by an hour! But it was good, my friend and I hung out and he was a goof as he tried to clam my nerves. Or excite them more as he began to tell me that the reason they were running late was because someone had died. The butthead. But for a stressful day, he helped me relax a whole lot more than if I had been there by myself. Finally, the technician came out and called my name. I walked back, trying not to panic. He led me to the room, gave me a gown and told me to undress and left the room. At this point, I had had the heart monitor for a couple of hours and I knew that when I took it off I would not know how to put it back on. Anyway, we were in the room for the next hour doing the ECHO and then I left with all the ultrasound goo on my chest. I felt disgusting and ready to sleep for the next week- after I showered of course.
I went out to the receptionist and she told me I would be hearing back from them by the end of next week. Then we left.
The next day, I received a phone call from the cardiologist's office. Everything had come back normal except my stress EKG. We are not sure what it means yet as the appointment to further look at it is next week.
The day before, I was diagnosed with Wolff- Parkinson- White Syndrome (you can look it up). I kinda zoned as he began to explain what it was, so I still do not actually understand. Then the phone call saying, you have Wolff-Parkinson-White BUT YOU MAY ALSO HAVE SOMETHING ELSE. So it is not that they are thinking they diagnosed me incorrectly, but they are thinking that I may have something in addition to WPW.
Time to be vulnerable: I am scared. I hate doctors. And I really do not want to go back to the cardiologist. And going back means more bills. And that scares me.
But God is good and this journey is still worth it to me. Jesus is worth it.
My first cardiologist appointment was six(6) hours long. I began in his office and then went downstairs to the laboratory where they drew blood. I quickly began to crash, but pushed through as I had two more tests and a heart monitor to learn to understand. Walking back up to the cardio area, my friend and I realized we had some time, so I told him I was going to call my insurance since there had been a miscommunication somewhere. As I was on the phone, they called me for the stress EKG (it is the one with the treadmill that you see in the movies). I went for however long I went for and then stopped from not being able to catch a full breath. I was annoyed and frustrated. Even though I had not been fine this summer running and training, I knew I could keep going, but I simply did not want to hurt myself at the doctor's office. Then we went to lunch and it was really good. I had a hamburger; it was amazing, especially after not having one since August. That is a bunny trail.
So then I went in for the ECHO. I showed up late even though the restaurant was across the street. But it is okay, the technician was running behind- by an hour! But it was good, my friend and I hung out and he was a goof as he tried to clam my nerves. Or excite them more as he began to tell me that the reason they were running late was because someone had died. The butthead. But for a stressful day, he helped me relax a whole lot more than if I had been there by myself. Finally, the technician came out and called my name. I walked back, trying not to panic. He led me to the room, gave me a gown and told me to undress and left the room. At this point, I had had the heart monitor for a couple of hours and I knew that when I took it off I would not know how to put it back on. Anyway, we were in the room for the next hour doing the ECHO and then I left with all the ultrasound goo on my chest. I felt disgusting and ready to sleep for the next week- after I showered of course.
I went out to the receptionist and she told me I would be hearing back from them by the end of next week. Then we left.
The next day, I received a phone call from the cardiologist's office. Everything had come back normal except my stress EKG. We are not sure what it means yet as the appointment to further look at it is next week.
The day before, I was diagnosed with Wolff- Parkinson- White Syndrome (you can look it up). I kinda zoned as he began to explain what it was, so I still do not actually understand. Then the phone call saying, you have Wolff-Parkinson-White BUT YOU MAY ALSO HAVE SOMETHING ELSE. So it is not that they are thinking they diagnosed me incorrectly, but they are thinking that I may have something in addition to WPW.
Time to be vulnerable: I am scared. I hate doctors. And I really do not want to go back to the cardiologist. And going back means more bills. And that scares me.
But God is good and this journey is still worth it to me. Jesus is worth it.
