Yesterday, I took a day off work to have a full cardiac workup performed. For me, this included thallium-enhanced images of my heart and arterial structures before exercise, an exercise stress test, an echo cardiogram, thallium-enhanced images of my heart and arterial structures after exercise, and a 24-hour Holter monitor (basically a tape recorder that records an electrocardiograph/EKG over a 24 hour period). Kind of appropriate for Valentine's day, I think.
I just got back from taking the Holter monitor back to the doctor's office, and treated myself to Chik-Fil-A on the way. A Chik-Fil-A original sandwich, large fruit cup, and a drink. No waffle fries for me.
So thus ends the cardiac workup, for now. I have a 12:00 appointment next Wednesday to get the results. I still halfway expect the doc to come back with something wrong, but I'm much less apprehensive about it now than I was to begin with.
The original reason I went in was because whenever I go to the (read: any) doctor's office, my heart rate goes to about 130 beats per minutes, as opposed to the normal 80-90 that I experience when I'm resting. Because I'm diabetic, my primary care physician sent me to a cardiologist for a workup. I'm glad she did, and I'm paranoid she did. But more than anything, I'm glad I went.
I'll let you all know the results when I get them back.
Thanks for being there for me.
Got back to work and school on Monday, from a trip to Disney World and Tampa. The former was fun, the latter less so, if only for the simple fact that I spent a good 12 hours with my face stuck in a porcelain bowl that was never meant for my face. had similar fun in Tampa, but at least she got to take the kids to the Florida Aquarium while I was otherwise incapacitated.
We got to take the kids to all four parks at Disney this time, with only one ride receiving overwhelming negative reviews from the children: The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror. Keep in mind that my kids are five and three, yet tall enough to ride on this ride. They were most scared of the special effects, but the look on my son Donovan's face was priceless when the floor dropped out from under us. I'm sorry boys - someday you'll love the ride. Or be scarred for life. I promise.
Work is work. Things are heating up around a new center I'm getting ready to open in libraries at both campuses. We want to help people access our network resources, because they can't do so on their own without us helping them. Funny… I don't think T-Mobile has this problem in their Hotspot locations. If they did, it would suck up all the profits they earn. But our networking team insists that it's easy to get on our network.
School is… well… school. I'm enjoying the one graduate seminar that I'm in, and that I'm required to take for my degree. This is called Comparative Area Studies. It stretches the mind in such a way that I feel smarter all the time. A feeling that is rather short-lived, as 1.5 hours later, I step into a class that seems to have about 15 freshmen, 5 seniors, and 5 grad students in it called Labor and Economic Development. I'm getting quite a bit of utility out of this class, but it really is a content course, rather than a critical-thinking class. Maybe next time I should try to get a special class with the instructor, rather than join a mixed class.
That about does it for now! Pics from the trip will be posted sometime.
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