
Ooops, didn't I say my cardio guy has the personality of a fence post.
Don't you love it when somebody telegraphs a joke. For those of you younger than me(and believe me there's a lot of you). It's a joke set up technique, you the viewer or listener knows a joke is coming well ahead of time. The best thing to do is make it a fast telegram, believe me it's better.
I had my meeting with my GP yesterday. I did not get the news I wanted. My EF has fallen further and it has been confirmed by the 'Gold Standard' of tests(19). I am no longer able to work, I would be pushing my luck.
What does this mean? I don't really know, sounds like I have to stop enjoying the life I know and love. No more wine, no smokes, no rich foods but I've heard all that before. It is because of the love for my family that I will consider these changes.
My favourite GP is going to contact Cardioman to find out the plan. If there is a plan. I say that because we're in week 7 and I haven't heard from Cardioman. Then I am not the only heart on the block so to speak.
So I wait. At least I have my best man on it. Wait for my next post called something like Now Bitter and Really Pissed Off. Sorry part of the grieving process, this the angry phase.
PS: Regarding the first paragraph, the great support of my friends and in-laws has not and never will be forgotten.
Well, shit, Dad. I hope that they can figure out a solution and quick. Let me know if there is anything I can do besides NOT bringing high-fat, unpasteurized cheese back from Switzerland for you. I really hope that they can do something without having to crack you open again. My heart can't take it!
ReplyDeleteAlso, can you possibly get another cardio specialist. One that follows up?