The visit was anticlimactic. I don't get a whole year off. He didn't do an echo, and wants to see me in six months, as he feels an echo will be of more value then. I have to agree.
He told me he wants to send me for a nuclear stress test for my inverted T waves, which started shortly before the surgery and persisted afterwards. I made what must have been a stubborn face, so he said, "Well, we'll do an EKG, but I doubt anything's changed. Then you go for the stress test."
He had been playing this to my wife, who was in a chair in the corner. Much to her credit, she was holding a noncommittal poker face, despite his attempts to win her over. When he looked away, she was shaking with laughter, though, both at him trying to play her and my discomfiture at the thought of yet another blasted test, this time with a treadmill.
The EKG went quickly, and he looked over the tape with a gleam of "I got you" in his eyes. Then a more troubled expression crossed his brow. "Your inverted T waves are reverting," he announced. "You escape again."
Cool beans.
I do have to visit his partner the cardiac electrophysiologist still. That was the fellow I gave up on last month. One lousy ventricular triplet in 24 hours at six weeks out, and they send me to an EP Cardio. I'm already feeling ornery about the possibility of a month-long monitoring. I'm not sure I'll do it, unless he can come up with something better than, "just to be sure."
Thanks to Steve Epstein, I did get switched over to a different predental antibiotic, clindamycin, which should be easier on my personal flora and fauna. I am still going to wave the post from Johnny Stephens, The Lovely And Talented, at my dentist, and see if she will loosen up on the non-invasive days.
Thank you, so many VR friends, for helping me get through a few more laps toward the open sea. Your thoughtfulness and encouragement helps keep me going. I know I'm gonna outlast these bas---ds yet.
Best wishes,
He told me he wants to send me for a nuclear stress test for my inverted T waves, which started shortly before the surgery and persisted afterwards. I made what must have been a stubborn face, so he said, "Well, we'll do an EKG, but I doubt anything's changed. Then you go for the stress test."
He had been playing this to my wife, who was in a chair in the corner. Much to her credit, she was holding a noncommittal poker face, despite his attempts to win her over. When he looked away, she was shaking with laughter, though, both at him trying to play her and my discomfiture at the thought of yet another blasted test, this time with a treadmill.
The EKG went quickly, and he looked over the tape with a gleam of "I got you" in his eyes. Then a more troubled expression crossed his brow. "Your inverted T waves are reverting," he announced. "You escape again."
Cool beans.
I do have to visit his partner the cardiac electrophysiologist still. That was the fellow I gave up on last month. One lousy ventricular triplet in 24 hours at six weeks out, and they send me to an EP Cardio. I'm already feeling ornery about the possibility of a month-long monitoring. I'm not sure I'll do it, unless he can come up with something better than, "just to be sure."
Thanks to Steve Epstein, I did get switched over to a different predental antibiotic, clindamycin, which should be easier on my personal flora and fauna. I am still going to wave the post from Johnny Stephens, The Lovely And Talented, at my dentist, and see if she will loosen up on the non-invasive days.
Thank you, so many VR friends, for helping me get through a few more laps toward the open sea. Your thoughtfulness and encouragement helps keep me going. I know I'm gonna outlast these bas---ds yet.
Best wishes,
Marguerite
