For those who didn’t see the FB & blorg updates, procedure went fine. Once the sedative-drip started working, it was fascinating, really. I had a view of the physician’s display screen, and I totally want the video. Wow. Also, re: sedatives, I begin to understand why prescription drug abuse is such a problem. Nurse said I had a smile on my face the whole time.*
DX: Healthiest sick person you know. Everything was all clear on the heart-cath, with is consistent with the, “I feel perfectly normal as long as I sit here blorging,” symptoms I’m having. It’s a bit awkward trying to feed the cath through someone’s heart while they fold laundry or potter in the garden.
–> Clarification for all the kind people who’ve told me, upon hearing the results, “I’m glad you’re okay!”. I know what you mean. I’m glad this test came back normal. Lots of problems we didn’t find and that I’ve got no interest in having. (I’m not interested in having the problem I do have, either.) But I assure you, I am not okay.
Here’s a link with lots of curse words I don’t approve of, that explains the situation. It’s hilarious and totally true, so we’ll make allowances. You can thank Julie Davis at Happy Catholic for enlightening you, and I’ll take full credit for partially-corrupting you, since it’s not like she’s making me share the link.
Next step is probably a referral to someone who deals with bizarre cases. So you just keep praying for that Dx, and/or that miracle, and/or CAWOG, whatever suits.
Meanwhile, thank you to Theresa for the flowers that came today. I’m pretty sure I know which Theresa it was, but just in case I thank the wrong one in person, I thank you, the other Theresa who really sent the flowers, as well.
How’s it going, Jen? I’m super tired. Not taking most phone calls, a bit behind on e-mail, and trying to get through the this-n-that on the to do list. If I owe you something, may I remind you that praying for patience is rarely a short-term winning strategy? I’d say my fortitude’s running at about 5%. But I’m so grateful for that blorging gig, because having something to do that is easy and pleasant and people seem to like is really nice.
*I’m generally a happy, sociable person, so this is not atypical. But feeling happy and sociable when it’s noon, there’s a teeny tiny plumbing snake in my arteries, and I haven’t had coffee or breakfast . . . that’s not my usual. The coffee is the clincher.