Monday, October 13, 2014
I learned the most from bugging all the other patients in rehab about what procedure they had done, how they knew to seek medical advice, and how they felt in general about what people around them reacted to their diagnosis and how they felt personally about their own heart issues. This is the part I am most sad about, before rehab it was just me trying to figure out this stuff alone. Then once in rehab I had a network of professionals and patients that I could use as my support system. Heck the second time I went to the hospital one of the ladies at rehab was already showing me some interesting things on my EKG while running that eventually led to my pericarditis diagnosis. It does bother me a little to not have this vast network at my disposal three days a week any longer but they gave me all their contact information to keep bugging them.
One of my favorite movies is "About a Boy" and the theme throughout the movie is Hugh Grant saying: a man is an island. Then in the end he realizes that man is not an island and we have to create a network of people that will support each other. Ever since I have found this philosophy with my diabetes and now with my heart stint, I know that my network of people constantly grows and am better prepared for anything else that life throws at me.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Heart Hospital and once I am there it is under the knife I go so the doctors can have a look for any new blockages and stuff.
Once the doctors don't find anything it is back to square one on why my EKG reads elevated but I don't have any blockages. Then after several more doctors, nurses, and random people trying to figure out the issue it comes down to pericarditis. Which in my non medical terminology is an inflammation of the tissue around your heart. The moment the hospital gave me the pill to ease the pericarditis I was instantly feeling better.
The entire experience was a bit depressing for me, I was going to have to take it easy for three weeks, answer a million questions of if I am OK, wait three days for the silly puddy filled hole in my leg to heal, and other stuff. Then the biggest thing hit me about the entire ordeal was what the doctors said to me. They let me know that going in this second time and looking around that my heart was 100% good and if I ever have chest pains or stuff like that again then they are quite certain that it isn't the heart but maybe my gallbladder or heart burn related and they wont drill another hole in my leg for a very long time. It's funny how something so depressing (having more heart issues) and dreadful to go through for a second time can have such a positive result on myself and all the medical professionals around me. Plus my co-workers gave me the funniest balloon in the hospital that disturbed all the doctors. The balloon said "its a girl" like I just had a baby and they were completely lost, and they gave me a my little pony unicorn because of my obsession with unicorn comedy. Like my favorite thing to say when something amazing happens to me which is " its like French kissing a unicorn," so funny or Charlie the unicorn on youtube or the unicorn episode on robot chicken. Unicorn humor is so funny.