My greatly anticipated appointment with the new specialist was today and after an HOUR of waiting, and very nice nurse gave me an EKG and left. It only took 3 minutes! I expected a long beepy process.
"Guido" the 5th new doc, walked in with a solid gold medical symbol with the snakes or serpents or whatever on his belt buckle shining in the fluorescent light, his longish salt-and-pepper hair slicked back with some greasy pomade and the best looking hand-tailored suit I've seen. I could barely keep myself from laughing, he was SO out of place in Rapid City - his tie pin was gold as well and the tie and had the little medical symbols, too. Okay, I get it - you're a DOCTOR. Then he spoke and all made sense - he's from New Jersey. He ordered a cardiac stress test and brain MRI. I had a slightly abnormal EKG and we to make sure all is well with ticker. But since I can't get my heart rate up high enough to "stress" it due to the lack of get-up-and-go-ness of my stroked-out body they will use nuclear meds to artificially stress my heart so they can see if reacts normally when stressed. Wha? What's normal about artifically making my heart go bonkers with nukes? It's a four hour test and I assume I'll be lying in bed with my heart racing feeling like I'm running a marathon. Four hours is a pretty good time for a marathon, right, Jules and Mom?
The brain MRI is to see if any more AVMs have taken up residence in there. Which raises a funny (not ha-ha funny) question. The first brain AVM 10 years ago was supposedly congenital, meaning I was born with it. Well, what if I wasn't born with it? What if just grew over a few years like Sigmund did.
More Later...
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