Well, fuck. In the last 48 hours, my life has changed quite a bit.
I spent the last two days as a special guest of the Northwestern Medical Center ICU.
I went in a healthy, happy, vibrant person with no health issues whatsoever, and came out a bona fide cardiac patient, with a pile of drugs to take each day, and a real cardiologist and everything. How the hell did that happen?
Anyhoo. Glad I'm here to say hi. Hi!
I'm sure there will be more to this story once I feel the energy to tell it. I'm feeling FINE, but a bit shagged from the experience. I will lie low today, that's for sure. I've got more tests and appointments scheduled, but the good news is I did not have a heart attack, for sure. But despite my best efforts, I have not been able to beat my genes.
I want to give a shout out to the truly outstanding care I received at Northwestern. This little community hospital has become a real gem. The nursing staff and the doctors were top-notch and impressive, each and every one. Even the guy who cleaned my room was sensitive, courteous, and lovely.
The echocardiogram technician was sweet, smart, and wonderfully sensitive. We had the best chat while he was doing my procedure. He said as he left, "I think we're cut from the same cloth," and I think he is right. My night nurses (both male) were kind and attentive.
Everyone spoke to me as if I were an intelligent person! <--- that right there gets them a gold star in my book; you know it.
The food was almost as good as I can get at some local restaurants, and a damn sight better than I can get in many of them! I'm not kidding. Grilled chicken that was as freshly prepared and good as I could make it. Haddock that was cooked nicely. Green vegetables that were fresh and really green (and you know how much of a vegetable snob I am!).
Don't get me wrong -- I wouldn't want to permanently move into that hotel. But I was so very pleasantly surprised.
I'm very excited about my new cardiologist. He seems perfect for me. He is "with me" about not wanting to jump onto heavy statins right away, and I can't wait to work with him. Well, I mean: I'd rather not have to work with him, but since my life has changed, I'm glad he's my cardiologist and not someone with whom I would have to butt heads or have a personality conflict or who I felt was arrogant or whatever.
I do have some cute stories to tell about conversations with doctors, but they'll have to wait, because I don't really have the writing energy for that today.
As it turns out, I was in good company in my experience the past few days. Mine happened just exactly like hers! Except it was a Yorkie, not a cat, and there were no strippers or firemen involved. Those damn celebrities get all the fun.