So…

I went to the Cardiologist on Monday to find out what’s going on with me….well, one thing that’s going on with me.  And, there are a couple of minor issues: heart murmur, mitral valve prolapse, low blood pressure and rapid resting heart rate - none, by themselves, severe or life threatening.

Apparently, it’s just the combo of my blood pressure being 60/40 while my heart rate is 105 that makes for a problem.

Anyway…he scheduled an ultrasound of my heart and a “stress test” for this morning….

The ultrasound went fine - although that kind is not near as fun as the kind of ultrasound you have when you’re having a baby - but, I digress…

Then, came the “stress test”.

I assumed that any test that involves getting stressed would be one I could pass with flying colors.  BUT, NOT SO!

I barely made it through the “hooking up” process before I started having a weird (yet, all too familiar) feeling…..the nurse looked at me and immediately took my blood pressure and started talking in a loud voice (never good when you have wires hooked up to you….).  Of course my blood pressure was bottoming out again.

The technician said she couldn’t “run me” if I was in that state….so I sat down drank water and waited….

My BP went up a little and my “color came back”, so we tried again.  I got on the treadmill and started walking…slowly.  I closed my eyes to focus and she said, “Honey, I need to see your eyes….are you okay?” (gradually, getting louder as she spoke).  Then, she said to the nurse, “Shut it off, she’s bottoming out again!”….back to sitting down and drinking water…..

You may ask, “Who fails a stress test?”……..and, apparently, the answer would be ME!

We left the doctor’s office and I was craving salt, so I downed a quarter pounder with cheese and some fries - got home around 10:45 - said, “I just need to lie down for a second” and when I regained consciousness it was 3:30.

So,  there’s my day.

My “Happy Wednesday”.

It’s all good - at least they’re not scheduling any kind of surgery or anything like that - well…that I know of.

Right now, I’m coming off all medications, trying to change my lifestyle….just whatever I can do to not “lose” any more days like today.

We’ll see…

Actually, I’m getting quite used to charting my days between doctor’s offices and the bed - I’ve grown quite familiar to this new level of “La La Land” (I just thought I was the mayor before!).

Thanks to all of you who have prayed or thought of me.  I’ve appreciated you all so very much.

You all make every Wednesday - test failures and all - a happy one.

Peace to you all.