October 31, 2005

St. Elizabeth: Part II Much Better

Just a quick one, to say that despite what Eric, T1G, Blackfive, Tammi and others may say, I do have a heart. It is made of coal and burns, but it is there.

The second attempt at the stress test went much better than the first. I gave a precis of events to the receptionist at the cardiac lab, along with a few polite thoughts. She not only understood, but went out of her way to check up on me and let me know how sorry she was even after the stress test. I was quickly prepped, and back fairly quickly onto the treadmill.

I liked the cardiologist, though they do seem to have something for fringe science. Ended up in some great medical talk & discussions after the test, too. Things went well, and they ended the test before I was ready -- remember that thing about me and tests/challenges? I wanted to see exactly how far I could push (before dropping), but the the doc and the tech said no, that there was no point. Well, not for them, still would have liked to have known...

Recovering at home now. A wolf without much food, and only one cup of coffee is not laughing and probably waaay too much like Miska for comfort. Yes, I have those sad eyes going, looking sweet and in need of a hug... That's it, just a bit closer...

LW

Posted by wolf1 at October 31, 2005 09:44 PM | TrackBack
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Sadly, many in the medical profession are jaded by experience and loose the compassion required of the position.

I wish you well!

Posted by: Pam at November 1, 2005 03:10 AM

.. actually, we all know you're just a big softie... heh heh...

Posted by: Eric at November 1, 2005 12:26 PM

Waah Waah Look at me, I want attention now Waaah! I have social skills laughed at by 3-year-olds, reading comprehsion to cause a chimp shame, and really need to get a life. I'm so brave to post comments behind false names and addys, one day I can actually go potty by myself. I'm so happy showing my rear that I don't realize that everyone is laughing at all I lack...

Posted by: John at November 1, 2005 02:02 PM

Kiddo it goes without saying that I'm sending a big huge hanging on bear hug to you. Nope not letting go until I let you know how glad and proud I am that you went through the whole process. It would have been easy to say F%@# It!

But you didn't, and instead stuck with it. Glad you did and now I can let you go and ask would you like another one?

Posted by: michele at November 1, 2005 09:21 PM

Waaah Waaaah I can't even come up with a good riposte, so get even more infantile and childish. I still hide and try to sound big, but just can't pull it off. I have an unhealthy fixation on others, and the high point of my life and intellect is to try and pass off kindergarten antics as the height of intellectualism. I belittle others to try and hide just how small and scared I am...

Posted by: John at November 1, 2005 10:37 PM

Thanks Pam! Heh Eric. Thanks Michele! Actually, I would love to do another, and to get a nuclear study and a scan as well. Good to have as a baseline before one turns 50. :) Still wish they had let me go until I dropped, just to see how far I could go...

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at November 1, 2005 11:29 PM

Stop it, stop it, if you don't quit pointing out childish and pathetic I am, I am going to hold my breath and turn blue. I am, I swear! Just because I am nothing, nobody else can be either. It's not fair. I want a life too, but all I can do is make cowardly and false attacks on others, never use my real name, and never ever do anything of note because I will never have the courage to dare, to risk failure, and to reach for a dream. All I can do is try to belittle those who do and can. I am not even worthy of contempt. Pity me.

Posted by: John at November 2, 2005 01:24 AM

A tisket, a tasket, I run around the house in a dress with a basket. I'm here because I'm so mad. Steve H. told me that doing midget porn required physical, not mental. I want the really nice big pilot in the plane to ask me if I watch gladiator movies, so that I can say yes and we can talk about them. I'm so stupid that I still think I am making deep and telling points, never realizing that LW is laughing his furry rear off over this and having fun with it.

Posted by: John at November 2, 2005 02:50 AM

Gee, one day when I grow up I will write under my own name, instead of hiding behind fake names such as an astronaut, a famous scientist, or other successful person. But then again, that would mean that I would have to learn that peeing on the carpet is not the height of intellectual expression, but merely something of which the dog is ashamed. I'm still mad that mental doesn't count for doing midget porn.

Posted by: John at November 2, 2005 12:48 PM

Mommy, Mommy! Why is everyone pointing and laughing at me?

Posted by: John at November 2, 2005 01:41 PM
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