Monthly Archives: December 2008
Merry Christmas everyone. Hope today was everything you wanted . . . and more!
Christmas Eve with MIL was exactly what I expected. Even had some added extra drama when the lights went out for an hour and a half.
Got great news from the heart doc. Everything is normal . . . for me. I have to go back for another check-up in a year.
Had a wonderful Christmas with the family today.
Life is good.
I’m okay. The follow up visit with the cardiologist has been changed to Christmas Eve. When I complained to the scheduler about such a long wait, she assured me that if it were serious the doctor would have called within 24 hours of the test. Okay, so it’s not serious enough for a same day phone call but important enough for me to come back for a consult. . . on Christmas Eve. Yea, I know I should be grateful for the fact that it’s not serious instead of being annoyed at the wait. But if it turns out to be a stress thing . . . don’t they think the stress of waiting THREE WEEKS for results would be bad for my health. Bleah.
Speaking of stress . . . MIL has decided she wants to have Christmas Eve dinner at her house. And she’s doing the cooking. I give up on that one. I’ll just be sure to arrive a the appointed time with the deviled eggs. Any offers from me to help have been pooh-poohed by her. More Bleah.
Weird weather. Snow one day, ice the next, then rain. It’s a wonder we don’t all have pneumonia or some kind of cold.
Bright spot of the day . . . sitting on the floor with Luci and Blacky and having them fall asleep in my lap.
Over the past 12 years or so, I’ve been The Support Person. I’ve been the one sitting in the waiting room while somebody has a medical procedure done. I’ve been the one that "goes with" to the doctor’s office to find out test results or to hear more details about a medical condition. I’ve been the one to visit someone in the hospital when they’re suddenly admitted for some reason or another. I know the support person role so well that I have a whole routine worked out for what needs to be done.
Today I had the experience of being the person being supported. Today I went to the cardiologist for a stress test. The results of the Holter Monitor came back and they were (to quote the cardiologist) overall favorable. My heart rate seemed normal and there weren’t any serious problems. However (don’t you just love that word!), there was something that he wanted to investigate a little closer before he gave me a clean bill of health. I have a few extra heart beats. Almost everyone has them, I just have a little more than normal. The doc wants to make sure there isn’t anything structurally wrong with my heart or that there isn’t some other problem that is causing the extra beats. So he scheduled me for a stress test and an echocardiogram.
I passed the stress test with flying colors and the echocardiogram looks good. I have an appointment with the doc next week to get the formal results, but as of right now everything looks okay. I’ll find out more then about what the extra heart beats mean and what we need to do to take care of them. Could be stress, could be a reaction to the meds I take for migraines, could be just about anything. Needless to say, I’ve been a little worried about this development. I know all the statistics about women and heart disease – heck, both MIL and Mom have it. Mom had a stress induced heart attack several years ago. I know that women don’t typically present the classic signs of heart disease or heart attack. All of this is especially worrisome to me because I haven’t had any symptoms of anything being wrong with my heart. No palpatations. No shortness of breath. No chest pain. And being the worrywart that I am, I was sure that there was something horribly wrong with me.
Hubby has been extremely supportive. He was my "goes with" person today. Bless his heart, he sat in that doctor’s office most of the morning and kept me company and kept me from stressing over the "what if" situations running through my mind. He watched while I had the echocardiogram done and he watched while I did the treadmill thing.
Everyone keeps telling me that I need to be selfish and take care of myself. That all of the worrying and the fussing over everyone could be the reason for the problem. I might need to start being a little more selfish and learn when to say no.
My head knows that they’re right and I should probably do that. There’s just one problem with that advice. I’m a classic Middle Child and I’m always the one to smooth things over, to not make waves, to try and blend in the background. I’ll fight tooth and nail for a family member, but I find it very hard to stand up for me. This might just be the wake up call I need to start standing up for myself.
Here’s another thing that makes me glad that it’s the Christmas season. I look forward to this every year . . . and stop what I’m doing every time it comes on.
First of all, let me say I’m not sure I like the updates to Spaces. I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Second, let me say that it’s now officially The Christmas Season for me.
I saw "A Christmas Story" on TV last night. Christmas doesn’t start until I see Ralphie and his Red Ryder BB gun.
Yes, I know it’s going to be on a zillion times between now and December 25. I even have my very own DVD so I can watch it anytime I want. But there’s just something special about seeing it on TV for the first time.
I’m a happy girl.