Thursday, July 31, 2008

Stick a Fork in me

I had my last (hopefully) cardiologist appointment today-- the dreaded stress test.

Seriously, you may know that I'm totally out of shape (i.e., a four-year old could outrun me as I said earlier this week), so I was not looking forward to hoofing it on a treadmill in public.

Luckily, most of the patients that go to the cardiologist are a). Old, b). Overweight, and c). Sick so they were very impressed by my ability to rock that treadmill for 20 minutes.

Anyways, I walked in there and she told me to strip off on the top.. fabulous. I swear, in the last three appointments, more people have seen my boobs than I would like. Then she made me lay down as she stabbed me with the ultrasound thingamajig and smacked her gum very, very loudly. After that, my doctor came in and put me on the treadmill... it's not the speed that was so bad, but it was the slope. The thing was honestly at a 45 degree angle (at least) and it was near impossible to keep up. Never mind the fact that every few minutes the nurse was taking my arm to check my blood pressure.

Twenty minutes in I was huffing, puffing and sweating up a storm. When they put me back down to do the second echo I was seriously panting (embarrassing).

Anyways, they said that everything looked fabulous, and that my heart rate went up slowly and that it came down perfectly. Great news. However, she gave me my chart and told me to bring it up to the front desk after the exam. Obviously, I peeked at the first page and noticed that she did give me a diagnosis-- Mitral Valve something or other disorder.

Of course I wrote that in my phone and came home to look it up. It doesn't look like anything too bad, so I'm not going to sweat it until my next appointment (August 11th), when we are going to discuss all of the results. However, I did notice that this Mitral Valve whatever causes anxiety attacks. Gee, maybe that explains my neurotic problems. I'm certainly going to ask about that at my next appointment.

I think that this counted as day three of exercise. I'm on a roll.

Additionally, I'm pretty stressed about the moving factor, which is turning me into a flaming cranky pants. I feel very bad for boyfriend because I could explode at any minute.

I'm hoping that it's just the stress of moving, the thought of the school year rapidly approaching, and the fact that I'm going to be old--before I know it.

26 was a great year-- I met boyfriend, I started my first real job, and I adopted the kitties. I'm hoping that I have something to look forward to at 27 (b/c right now I'm doing what I do before every birthday- wishing I owned a house, had fifty kids and of course wishing that I was married to boyfriend)!

Boyfriend was a total sweetie and sent out the Evite for my birthday party today. Ironically, I'm all about birthdays (hello, birthday month) (It's ironic b/c they depress me, yet I live it up when it comes time). He wanted to surprise me, but I think that he forgot that I'm neurotic and that I would ask every 2 hours on the hour how my birthday plans were coming along. Sorry boyfriend for ruining the surprise, but seriously... did you guys think that you could get anything birthday related past me? I love you anyways.


Kids, Canines, and Chaos said...

I did notice that he said something about "celebrating the birthday of the love of his life" on the Evite. That is very sweet of him, even though it makes me want to gag. =)

BrooklynGirl said...

First of all, were you still topless when running on the treadmill? Because that sounds super weird.

Second, my mom has Mitral Valve Prolapse, and really, it's not that big a deal, if that's what you have. It means one of your chambers doesn't slam all the way shut with each pump, so a teeny bit of blood backwashes the way it came from. She has to take antibiotics before dental appointments (but not all docs recommend that anymore), and that's about it. They didn't even know she had it until she was pregnant with me, her 3rd child. The other thing I've heard is that there is a somewhat higher incidence of depression among mvp patients, but I don't know anything about that study.

You are so funny about the passage of time, and birthdays. Do I need to get you another calendar? Hubbyhubs and I are going to try to come down. We shall see. He is highly allergic to cats, though, so you might need to quarantine the guest room for a few days!

OK ... couch time. Later skater.

Ashley said...

Yes, I was topless on the treadmill (well I had a paper gown on, slit in the front, no bra). Seriously, I feel bad for the ladies with double D's getting this done.

I think I do have what your mom has and it doesn't look serious! Thankfully.

As for the B'day! I would love if you could come down.. and freakin' hubby and the cats...they are too cute to be allergic to! Good thing we got a two bedroom b/c my brother and his girlfriend are staying here as well.. so it could potentially be a party house! =]

Kids, Canines, and Chaos said...

Hmm... I don't know what is going on with the ticker. I don't even know what you're talking about...

Seriously, I am going to poke someone's eye out. The mood got better, then worse. Worse when I got to school today and realized how much shiat I have to do..crap!

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