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When I saw my GP a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned what felt like slight chest congestion. She listened to my heart, and referred me to a cardiologist just in case.
This afternoon, I saw the cardiologist. The nurse did an EKG (well, two, because the machine hiccupped the first time), and the doctor asked me some questions, listened to my heart with the stethoscope, and did an echocardiogram. Everything is normal. He's not going to do a stress test because, from what I said about my exercise habits and that I wasn't feeling the tight/congested moments while exercising, he doesn't think it would tell us anything.
I'm to go back in May, and talk to him again, just to confirm that all is well.
I also got to walk around Riverdale a little on an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon (in part because of a slight bus rerouting), and I bought a loaf of challah on the way home.
(My pulse was 62; I asked the nurse for the number because I realized that I had no idea of my resting heart rate. She checked it the same way you or I would have, by holding my wrist with her thumb on the vein, and looking at the second hand of her watch.)
I was amused that neither the doctor nor his staff had any trouble with my surname--the doctor did ask whether I spell Vicki with an e, because his staff had written it down that way--but the doctor mispronounced![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude's and asked "What kind of name is that?" (the answer is "English").
(I am also amused that when I typed "re" into the "mood" field on LJ, it gave me "recumbent"; I was half-recumbent for the EKG, but am sitting up now.)
This afternoon, I saw the cardiologist. The nurse did an EKG (well, two, because the machine hiccupped the first time), and the doctor asked me some questions, listened to my heart with the stethoscope, and did an echocardiogram. Everything is normal. He's not going to do a stress test because, from what I said about my exercise habits and that I wasn't feeling the tight/congested moments while exercising, he doesn't think it would tell us anything.
I'm to go back in May, and talk to him again, just to confirm that all is well.
I also got to walk around Riverdale a little on an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon (in part because of a slight bus rerouting), and I bought a loaf of challah on the way home.
(My pulse was 62; I asked the nurse for the number because I realized that I had no idea of my resting heart rate. She checked it the same way you or I would have, by holding my wrist with her thumb on the vein, and looking at the second hand of her watch.)
I was amused that neither the doctor nor his staff had any trouble with my surname--the doctor did ask whether I spell Vicki with an e, because his staff had written it down that way--but the doctor mispronounced
cattitude's and asked "What kind of name is that?" (the answer is "English").(I am also amused that when I typed "re" into the "mood" field on LJ, it gave me "recumbent"; I was half-recumbent for the EKG, but am sitting up now.)