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I have been to the cardiologist and had a stress test. The conclusion is that my heart is just fine. He thinks the breathing difficulties are "a touch" of cold or stress-induced asthma, and he doesn't think I need to pursue this any further, in part because I "exercised well," by which it turned out he meant without shortness of breath.
I asked his office to send today's results to my G.P., in case I do want to pursue it further, or she does. What I am not feeling at this point is any sense of urgency; it has now landed in the queue somewhere behind a dental appointment and seeing the eye doctor (both of which would ideally happen in February, but I suspect at most one will).
The stress test itself was rather less stressful than I was expecting: ultrasound, then walk on a treadmill until I got my heart rate up to 150, then another ultrasound. I don't usually get to 150 on the gym's cardio bikes, but it's not that unusual for me either.
After seeing the cardiologist, I walked a little in Carl Schurz Park (East End Avenue in the mid-Eighties, an area I don't remember ever visiting before), then rode the bus (since it was about to arrive) a few blocks to a branch of my gym. I did some weight training (this branch lacks some of the hardware I like, enough so that I may stop at the usual place after work tomorrow). I grabbed a not-very-good lunch at a random place nearby afterwards, then back across Central Park, and up to Washington Heights. I walked a few hilly blocks in the sunshine, and now have a loaf of seeded rye bread (some of which is in the freezer for later), and took the subway the rest of the way. Now, tea.
( gym details, for my records )
I asked his office to send today's results to my G.P., in case I do want to pursue it further, or she does. What I am not feeling at this point is any sense of urgency; it has now landed in the queue somewhere behind a dental appointment and seeing the eye doctor (both of which would ideally happen in February, but I suspect at most one will).
The stress test itself was rather less stressful than I was expecting: ultrasound, then walk on a treadmill until I got my heart rate up to 150, then another ultrasound. I don't usually get to 150 on the gym's cardio bikes, but it's not that unusual for me either.
After seeing the cardiologist, I walked a little in Carl Schurz Park (East End Avenue in the mid-Eighties, an area I don't remember ever visiting before), then rode the bus (since it was about to arrive) a few blocks to a branch of my gym. I did some weight training (this branch lacks some of the hardware I like, enough so that I may stop at the usual place after work tomorrow). I grabbed a not-very-good lunch at a random place nearby afterwards, then back across Central Park, and up to Washington Heights. I walked a few hilly blocks in the sunshine, and now have a loaf of seeded rye bread (some of which is in the freezer for later), and took the subway the rest of the way. Now, tea.
( gym details, for my records )