[The picture above isn't me! It is from Google. But, the leads, monitor, and blood pressure cuff look identical to what I used today.]
I'll confess.
I'm not very good at waiting.
Never have been. And, even after a heart attack on October 13, I'm not much better at it.
I really don't like to wait when I go out to eat. I don't like to wait at the traffic signal. I don't like to wait for my favorite show to come on TV. I don't like to wait in the checkout lane at the grocery story. I don't like to wait for my refund check from the IRS--when I get one.
Simply put. I don't like to wait.
But now, I'm in a waiting mode.
No. I don't like it.
But, there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
You see, I had my nuclear stress test this morning. I see why they call it a stress test--because I found myself stressing over it as I waited to have it done! The test really wasn't bad--honest, it wasn't. I walk and jog regularly. What they put me through didn't even cause me to break a sweat! At one point, I did think my head was going to hit the ceiling though--as high as they had me inclined on the treadmill.
I had an IV put in. And I waited. I had leads applied to my chest. And I waited. I had a screening done to show what my heart does at rest. And I waited. Then, I got on the treadmill and the "heart in action" test began. Once the test was over, I waited. Then, I was screened to see what my heart was doing while in action. And, you got it. I waited.
Finally, a nurse said that I was done for the day. The doctor would call me in a day or two.
What??? I have to wait for the results??? No one could tell me anything about what my heart did or how it functioned? Am I going to live or die? Should I expect another heart attack soon?
I guess I won't know right now. I've got waiting to do. Please pray for me as I wait. Better yet, pray for my wife! She'll need your extra prayers as I nervously await the news.
Even as I was typing this, the doctor's office called. Guess what? They were not supposed to send me home when they did! The techs were misinformed! I was supposed to see the doctor today! Do you think someone is going to get chewed out by the doctor?
At least it won't be me! I just did what I was told to do--while I was waiting, of course.
Oh well, I'm still waiting!
Look at it this way -- at least you don't have to wait six more weeks. Yep. Lucky duck!! Six weeks from today my baby will be born. I will find out gender and everything. In. Six. Weeks. Unless the tyke listens to Mom and starts my labor before then. Six. Weeks. Tick. Tock. Blah!
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PS: You're fine. I know you are. If you weren't fine, I'd tell you. Honest. Dr. Heidi. That's me. ;)
Heidi...nothing personal...but can I really trust anything a pregnant woman tells me at this point???
ReplyDeleteI agree with Heidi Steve. Is that scary or what? And I am not even pregnant!! I just left the grocery store and the clerk had a tag on "I'm new. Please be patient." She was doing fine but I did my best imitation of exasperation. Unfortunately, the helper made a comment about the smile on my face. I have spurts actually. Very patient and not so. You are not alone. Fell better now? And oh yeah...I have it on good authority that you are fine but will have to wait to find out. ;)
ReplyDeleteOk you two. Steve says he can't trust me because I'm preggie and Bill says it's scary that he agrees with me. You're both FIRED! And to think I was going to give you awards tomorrow. As if!!
ReplyDeleteSo now what?
[snicker]
Heidi
Heidi: I am so sorry. I want my award! Then again, I have to wonder what it is! An award from a crazy, mad pregnant woman is a scary proposition. *Big smile*
ReplyDeleteHeidi, that's my whole life story--I'm always about to get an award tomorrow! I could even break into Annie's little song, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...the sun'll come out tomorrow..."
ReplyDeleteJust check my blog after 1:00 my time (Eastern) and you'll get your awards you cry babies.
ReplyDeleteLOL!
Heidi