Chapter 4: The electro physiology study 10-26
I was wheeled down the cold corridors to the lab where this test took place. The nurse before I left made me leave everything behind including my glasses. Once there, my groin was shaved. If you want to avoid that, shave it before hand. The test goes through the artery in the leg. I believe they give you oxygen through the nose, little clips. They also put a strap across your legs and chest. The local is administered through the I.V.
The worst part in my opinion the the numbing of the groin. The Dr. administers Novocain. It burns a bit but does the job quite nicely. They asked me to look around, when told they said I couldn't bring glasses, they wondered aloud why.
The test is fairly quick. As they tell you they change your heart beat to test areas. The local keeps you very peaceful during it. At some part for me however, I passed out. Awoke to people telling me to relax, it was still doing the exam, some breathing and I relaxed. Apparently from what I can recall, I stiffened to a point where my body had an upward motion, shoulder blades pushing my back up. It became obvious just why they use these straps. The test was over very shortly after that.
Recovery was very short. I could see I was outside the curtained area that I had been shaved in. The next person, curtains were closed, was being shaved. The Dr. came out and told me that I would need a defibrillator. Groggily I don't think I managed a question and he walked back into the room for the next patient. It was then I was told if my blood stayed good it would be implanted tomorrow.
Carted back to my room, had to keep one leg still for 5 hours. Fun thing to do as they slide you back into bed. Coming in and out of it and coming to terms with having a defibrillator. It seemed that it was to be put by the ventrical. I'd been told that the atrial would have to be controlled with medication. I made my calls, let my family know what was going on. I don't know exactly what I had for dinner that night, but it was decent. Tomorrow was the implant. Not quite as early as I had hoped. I was told they would come around 11. The problem being, that of course I wasn't allowed fluid or food after midnight. Would be a hungry morning.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Chapter 3: Patient Be Alert.
Chapter 3: Patient Be Alert.
On Friday morning I woke, anticipation played havoc with the butterflies in my gut. Around 9 I called The Hartford. I opened my claim and took down my claim number and such. I was also told that I would be receiving 2 checks. One from them and one from the company on short term disability. This would amount to 66% of my bi-weekly pay. I opted to have them send my payment directly to my checking account. They also told me I would need to call after the test.
I began thinking about the procedure. It wasn't making sense. Being on coumadin, a blood thinner, you never just go into the hospital for a procedure. It is normal that you are admitted a day before and put on a liquid called heparin. I received a call from a nurse at the hospital who was giving me information. When we got to medications she confirmed my suspicions. This would have to be rescheduled or I would need to call my Dr. office. We canceled the pretest that day. I called the office and spoke to the secretary.
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE ON COUMADIN!"
True, I had told the nurse and the Dr., I was unaware that either; the secretary needed to know, or would not know. Even considering it was even on the chart.
I was polite, and she calmed a bit and half apologized. Never a good idea to piss these people off. She said she would call me back, most likely I would need to be admitted to the hospital on Sunday. That sounded normal. Informed my family and made what preparations had to be made. I was expecting to be in the hospital for several days. Normally I run a temperature after even a local anesthesia. Also it takes time to stabilize blood while on heparin.
I arrived at the hospital on Sunday. A side note, originally I was to arrive at the hospital at 5:30 on Monday Morn for the pretest. This place being a good 45 minutes from my house. Sent everything home, can't have anything. Charged my Television and Phone to my cable bill, must haves in the hospital. Either that or come up with the $11 a day for the luxury of both. Or put on credit card. As I had time to prepare for even the reduction of pay, I had been very careful to put nothing on the credit card at all. They took me for xray's and started the heparin and such. Apparently I would be going in very early for the test. This was a stroke of luck in a way. Nothing like waiting and not being able to eat while waiting for an afternoon procedure. Happily I had an excellent roommate. Bob a Yankee fan. We were able to have both televisions, one on the Yankee game and the other on the New York Giants. This was the game before they clinched the world series.
On Friday morning I woke, anticipation played havoc with the butterflies in my gut. Around 9 I called The Hartford. I opened my claim and took down my claim number and such. I was also told that I would be receiving 2 checks. One from them and one from the company on short term disability. This would amount to 66% of my bi-weekly pay. I opted to have them send my payment directly to my checking account. They also told me I would need to call after the test.
I began thinking about the procedure. It wasn't making sense. Being on coumadin, a blood thinner, you never just go into the hospital for a procedure. It is normal that you are admitted a day before and put on a liquid called heparin. I received a call from a nurse at the hospital who was giving me information. When we got to medications she confirmed my suspicions. This would have to be rescheduled or I would need to call my Dr. office. We canceled the pretest that day. I called the office and spoke to the secretary.
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE ON COUMADIN!"
True, I had told the nurse and the Dr., I was unaware that either; the secretary needed to know, or would not know. Even considering it was even on the chart.
I was polite, and she calmed a bit and half apologized. Never a good idea to piss these people off. She said she would call me back, most likely I would need to be admitted to the hospital on Sunday. That sounded normal. Informed my family and made what preparations had to be made. I was expecting to be in the hospital for several days. Normally I run a temperature after even a local anesthesia. Also it takes time to stabilize blood while on heparin.
I arrived at the hospital on Sunday. A side note, originally I was to arrive at the hospital at 5:30 on Monday Morn for the pretest. This place being a good 45 minutes from my house. Sent everything home, can't have anything. Charged my Television and Phone to my cable bill, must haves in the hospital. Either that or come up with the $11 a day for the luxury of both. Or put on credit card. As I had time to prepare for even the reduction of pay, I had been very careful to put nothing on the credit card at all. They took me for xray's and started the heparin and such. Apparently I would be going in very early for the test. This was a stroke of luck in a way. Nothing like waiting and not being able to eat while waiting for an afternoon procedure. Happily I had an excellent roommate. Bob a Yankee fan. We were able to have both televisions, one on the Yankee game and the other on the New York Giants. This was the game before they clinched the world series.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Pre-Test hurdles.
Chapter 2:
Preparations? Amongst my contemporaries that are still with me, I have the most hair, and the most health concerns. So I had no one to ask guidance of.
2 things I knew.
1: My manager/friend of 12 years had to be told. I had a few weeks to gather information. He was to say the least a bit shocked. Of course telling me to do what I had to do. He was able to guide me to the benefits department and whom I should exactly speak to.
I work in the corporate headquarters, so this should account for something. I called and was assaulted by the many numbers that were on her voice mail. Hell how about just some polite human guidance. It must be very difficult for others to have to go through this. Seems no one wants to extend the human touch anymore.
So I staked out her cubicle. When an opening appeared I presented myself with questions. Thankfully it was someone I knew, made it a bit easier. I asked for explicit instructions.
For instance how did I do short term leave? Also when were benefits going to be re-opened, because I was certain that I didn't have long term. I also asked about what to do about returning, because I expected and still expect to return.
The company we use is called the Hartford. Had 30 days prior to open an claim. She recommended that I do it within a week or so. She also gave me instructions that all of my time off would have to be used up before L.O.A. would be instituted. And once it was I would get approximately %66 pay for 26 weeks. It would come in 2 checks, one from the company and one from the Hartford. She also informed me that my supervisor would have to create an epaf on my first day out.
Coming back, let the Hartford know and my supervisor 72 hours before my return.
That seemed all relatively easy. I spoke with my manager who know about the epaf and he wished me luck. Next was a call to my insurance company who seemed to indicate none of this would need to be done in advance. I was then ready.
The 20th came. The Dr. office was filled with people, mostly older than I. In a small way it didn't give me much hope. I was 20 years early for this I felt. I also determined that I would no longer be able to refer to myself as old. Some looked okay some sickly. Unfortunately this office is what I call the cattle call. Go to billing window, clock in, wait to be called. Far to busy.
It didn't take to long for me to be called, by a nurse. Ushered into a little office. The Dr. came in, we went over my chart. Over each of my medications. My cardiologist had sent him my results so we went straight to an ekg. It was determined that I would be eligible for an electro physiology test. I was to go to the other window and schedule the test. That was that. I asked my questions, got papers to read and we were done.
I went to the secretary window. Given paperwork to read. A very detached woman wanted to know when I wanted to schedule this test. At this moment it still did not feel real to me. I felt this would be a test and nothing more. Wasn't this the way it always went? They apparently only did the test on Monday and Wednesday. When did I want it? It was Tuesday, I opted for the following Monday, this way I could be fully prepared with everything. I was informed that the pretest would happen before my appointment. They would call me to let me know. The nurse then handed me several booklets for me to peruse. 1 about the test itself, 2 others on the defibrillator and pacemaker.
I returned to work the following day. Explained to my manager so he had all the information. I also rechecked with benefits. On the Thursday I was informed my pre-test would occur on Friday. Thursday would be my last day at work.
Preparations? Amongst my contemporaries that are still with me, I have the most hair, and the most health concerns. So I had no one to ask guidance of.
2 things I knew.
1: My manager/friend of 12 years had to be told. I had a few weeks to gather information. He was to say the least a bit shocked. Of course telling me to do what I had to do. He was able to guide me to the benefits department and whom I should exactly speak to.
I work in the corporate headquarters, so this should account for something. I called and was assaulted by the many numbers that were on her voice mail. Hell how about just some polite human guidance. It must be very difficult for others to have to go through this. Seems no one wants to extend the human touch anymore.
So I staked out her cubicle. When an opening appeared I presented myself with questions. Thankfully it was someone I knew, made it a bit easier. I asked for explicit instructions.
For instance how did I do short term leave? Also when were benefits going to be re-opened, because I was certain that I didn't have long term. I also asked about what to do about returning, because I expected and still expect to return.
The company we use is called the Hartford. Had 30 days prior to open an claim. She recommended that I do it within a week or so. She also gave me instructions that all of my time off would have to be used up before L.O.A. would be instituted. And once it was I would get approximately %66 pay for 26 weeks. It would come in 2 checks, one from the company and one from the Hartford. She also informed me that my supervisor would have to create an epaf on my first day out.
Coming back, let the Hartford know and my supervisor 72 hours before my return.
That seemed all relatively easy. I spoke with my manager who know about the epaf and he wished me luck. Next was a call to my insurance company who seemed to indicate none of this would need to be done in advance. I was then ready.
The 20th came. The Dr. office was filled with people, mostly older than I. In a small way it didn't give me much hope. I was 20 years early for this I felt. I also determined that I would no longer be able to refer to myself as old. Some looked okay some sickly. Unfortunately this office is what I call the cattle call. Go to billing window, clock in, wait to be called. Far to busy.
It didn't take to long for me to be called, by a nurse. Ushered into a little office. The Dr. came in, we went over my chart. Over each of my medications. My cardiologist had sent him my results so we went straight to an ekg. It was determined that I would be eligible for an electro physiology test. I was to go to the other window and schedule the test. That was that. I asked my questions, got papers to read and we were done.
I went to the secretary window. Given paperwork to read. A very detached woman wanted to know when I wanted to schedule this test. At this moment it still did not feel real to me. I felt this would be a test and nothing more. Wasn't this the way it always went? They apparently only did the test on Monday and Wednesday. When did I want it? It was Tuesday, I opted for the following Monday, this way I could be fully prepared with everything. I was informed that the pretest would happen before my appointment. They would call me to let me know. The nurse then handed me several booklets for me to peruse. 1 about the test itself, 2 others on the defibrillator and pacemaker.
I returned to work the following day. Explained to my manager so he had all the information. I also rechecked with benefits. On the Thursday I was informed my pre-test would occur on Friday. Thursday would be my last day at work.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Introduction
I'm 42. I've had 3 open heart surgeries,1977, 1978, 1981. I was a mere child. There is much that I can recall and much that I cannot. I had no power, just let what had to be done, done. Mom and Dad took care of the money, the insurance. I mean the last one was when I was merely 14. I just wanted to be a normal kid. I wasn't.
Decades pass, a drinking problem passed, life continues. Somewhere around 29 I regained control of my life. I also got rid of a cardiologist that was a pox upon my life, upon my own psyche.
Dad had died in 1985, I remember that hitting me hard. Mom passed in 2005 after a very long battle with cancer. I will always be grateful to have been able to be there for her. In the interim my health was fairly well. My 30's passed very nicely without any real problems for me. Good check up after check up.
I will say around fall/winter of '08 through the year of '09, I knew there was a problem. I hit the gym regularly for cardio, daily. But even when shoveling snow, I knew or felt there was a problem.
Now let me add that I tend in the colder weather to fall out of shape quite easily, so I put it down to that. I just couldn't do what I used to do. Snow shoveling wore me out. I started going to bed around 10, this I put down to just winter hibernation, something I always have been fond of.
Spring came, I seemed okay, had good days and bad. Definitely had the lack of energy that I normally got that time of year. Hell I was even planning out the first vacation in 4 or 5 years. And still I hit that gym each and every day. Even still I needed to rest on occasion when mowing my back lawn. Not out of breath, but just letting my heart slow down.
Even on the machines it seemed odd. I prefer the elliptical or treadmill. There were days where I was unstoppable. Then there were days that my heart would just beat wildly out of my chest. Not once did I actually stop to believe this was an issue. For so long in my life, youth and drinking and what not, I just put that to being out of shape.
I bailed out of one of my early summer stress tests my doctor liked me to have. The rest of the tests came out just fine. So I had to be fine. My condition didn't appear to have any actual causes. I do admit that it seemed to haunt me on my vacation.
Now as I have gotten older, humid days have affected me. My vacation, 7 days, 2 of sun 5 of rain. Quite a bit of walking, had to stop frequently. Apparently lying to myself saying I was sight seeing. And even on vacation, though I slept badly, I was going to bed ridiculously early.
Let me tell you about the 2 cardiologists in my life. My first one was miserable, from '78 until '95 he wrecked my life. Not allowing me to do anything. As I grew older and more resentful I began to realize he was a quack. He was a lot more interested as to how my mom was, why she didn't come with me. Hell I was 18 at some point in 1985. He told me various things that would be unproven. Put me on and off medications.
I gave up with my family, complaining, asking for help. No they weren't nor are thy bad people. They just thought he was doing what was best and such. My psyche developed a response. If no one actually seemed to care then why should I? Here is a small example of what I call the butchery. He at one point put me on high blood pressure medication. To this day I have such low blood pressure that the nurse at my current cardiologist asks if I faint? Once I confirmed with the druggist what this drug was, I decided not to take this twice daily pill. Ever! At some point in the future the butcher says he feels the pill is doing wonders for me. What? Says he wants me to start taking it twice a day. I interject, happily that I already was. Checked his notes and says no I never prescribed it twice a day. Hell it was even on the bottle! This is when I believe I truly checked out of giving a damn what this idiot had to say.
At that wonderful age I gave up on living and began to live to the fullest. You see the thing that was stressed to me at each and every appointment was this:
You have heart disease. There is nothing we can do to cure it. We can only prevent it from killing you now. You will be dead by the time you are 30.
If you have a child you wish to remove any hope of the future, repeat this to them constantly. I lost all ambitions but for pleasure and carnal habits. I maintained that I would only harm myself and put no one else in danger. I lived very true to that word.
It was a terrific self fulfilling prophecy. Sure I kept the appointments. Hell sure I got had to. Needed to make sure I was on the right course of self destruction. A lot of adventures that don't belong here, just let your imagination run wild.
My drinking had gotten out of control, the the point that in 9 years my daily drinking was great. Never a problem. In the latter half of the 9th year, I was arguing with myself that a drink in the morning was not a half bad idea. Let me also illustrate, I always had a job, never drank on the job, never late, stuff like that there. One must do what one must to be able to afford drinks.
I digress, it was at this point, the butcher said he wanted me to go for a TEE test for the heart. It was risky and such. I was in very very bad shape. The doctor who administered the test became my new doctor shortly afterwards. He dispelled many myths that my old doctor had told me. He saved my life. He allowed me to come out of the darkness and embrace life new again.
It has not been easy. I apparently was not aware of how many bridges I had indeed burned. However, life began anew. I am grateful. Became a member of life. Got a job. I reckon also was able to be at my mom's side through her darkest hours, to the end. For this I am grateful. It has been a great 11 or 12 years.
Somewhere after this I took a real job. It was I believe '98 or '99. Hell it even had days off with pay, and medical benefits. I had lost those somewhere. True to his nature my new doctor worked with me with that.
Mom passed in February of '05. I was grateful to my job. I was lucky enough to be with a crew that would allow me to leave in the middle of the day to get her to chemo and come back at night to finish. Stuff like that.
Chapter:1
Health benefits. Do any of us really understand these? From HMO to PPO? I knew enough from one of my jobs that HMO was not an option for me. So I always took the PPO.
Statements came and went, I glanced without a single understanding. It said this and that, deductible, what I owed, but seldom paid. Hell it didn't even have to be in English. This will now have to change. I am writing this as a work in progress. Because I am now lost. I am setting up a folder for all of this, along with questions. Oh I will ask and get answers, and I will share. The goal here isn't to teach anyone anything, except to stop and ask. I hope this helps.
October 8 '09: A scheduled stress test with my cardiologist. One of the first things the insurance woman comes to talk to me. I owe a certain amount that the insurance company wouldn't cover. I tell her I will speak about it to the doctor. I have paid off these before. I don't even make 28,000 in full year, it is always about paying things off. It is one of the downsides of the "fun-i don't like to say wasted-years before this doctor" I will never make what my contemporaries make, but they will never have had the fun I had.
During the tread mill my heart rate hit a mere 290. Not great. Immediately rushed back to the table. Sorry, there are 2 types of stress tests. One is for elderly or higher risks patients. It is an hours long test of shots and reactions and EKG's and ECHO's. The treadmill is a lot quicker. You do an EKG and an Echo before the test. Do what you can on the treadmill. Repeat EKG and Echo and the tests are compared.
Mine showed that my heart went into sever atrial fibrillation. After waiting in his office we spoke. He was concerned and wanted me to see an arrhythmia specialist. Someone he knows, he was going to send over the results, gave me the name and number. As we prepared to leave I mentioned the paper on top of the file and said I need to discuss payment options. He glared at me crumpled it and said you let me worry about this shit. That is a doctor ladies and gentleman.
Got home, broke the news. Let's just say they were stunned. Unfortunately I don't have a strong support system here, I am the support system and strong one hahaha. I should mention that I live in what was my mom's house with my sister and brother in law. Enough said.
I began the process by calling the arrhythmia specialists office. Typical, automated system, jump through hurdles, made the appointment. I am here fuzzy on the exact date of the appointment. I expect to find it. I believe the appointment was made for October 20th. Busy office, this gave me time to prepare.
Decades pass, a drinking problem passed, life continues. Somewhere around 29 I regained control of my life. I also got rid of a cardiologist that was a pox upon my life, upon my own psyche.
Dad had died in 1985, I remember that hitting me hard. Mom passed in 2005 after a very long battle with cancer. I will always be grateful to have been able to be there for her. In the interim my health was fairly well. My 30's passed very nicely without any real problems for me. Good check up after check up.
I will say around fall/winter of '08 through the year of '09, I knew there was a problem. I hit the gym regularly for cardio, daily. But even when shoveling snow, I knew or felt there was a problem.
Now let me add that I tend in the colder weather to fall out of shape quite easily, so I put it down to that. I just couldn't do what I used to do. Snow shoveling wore me out. I started going to bed around 10, this I put down to just winter hibernation, something I always have been fond of.
Spring came, I seemed okay, had good days and bad. Definitely had the lack of energy that I normally got that time of year. Hell I was even planning out the first vacation in 4 or 5 years. And still I hit that gym each and every day. Even still I needed to rest on occasion when mowing my back lawn. Not out of breath, but just letting my heart slow down.
Even on the machines it seemed odd. I prefer the elliptical or treadmill. There were days where I was unstoppable. Then there were days that my heart would just beat wildly out of my chest. Not once did I actually stop to believe this was an issue. For so long in my life, youth and drinking and what not, I just put that to being out of shape.
I bailed out of one of my early summer stress tests my doctor liked me to have. The rest of the tests came out just fine. So I had to be fine. My condition didn't appear to have any actual causes. I do admit that it seemed to haunt me on my vacation.
Now as I have gotten older, humid days have affected me. My vacation, 7 days, 2 of sun 5 of rain. Quite a bit of walking, had to stop frequently. Apparently lying to myself saying I was sight seeing. And even on vacation, though I slept badly, I was going to bed ridiculously early.
Let me tell you about the 2 cardiologists in my life. My first one was miserable, from '78 until '95 he wrecked my life. Not allowing me to do anything. As I grew older and more resentful I began to realize he was a quack. He was a lot more interested as to how my mom was, why she didn't come with me. Hell I was 18 at some point in 1985. He told me various things that would be unproven. Put me on and off medications.
I gave up with my family, complaining, asking for help. No they weren't nor are thy bad people. They just thought he was doing what was best and such. My psyche developed a response. If no one actually seemed to care then why should I? Here is a small example of what I call the butchery. He at one point put me on high blood pressure medication. To this day I have such low blood pressure that the nurse at my current cardiologist asks if I faint? Once I confirmed with the druggist what this drug was, I decided not to take this twice daily pill. Ever! At some point in the future the butcher says he feels the pill is doing wonders for me. What? Says he wants me to start taking it twice a day. I interject, happily that I already was. Checked his notes and says no I never prescribed it twice a day. Hell it was even on the bottle! This is when I believe I truly checked out of giving a damn what this idiot had to say.
At that wonderful age I gave up on living and began to live to the fullest. You see the thing that was stressed to me at each and every appointment was this:
You have heart disease. There is nothing we can do to cure it. We can only prevent it from killing you now. You will be dead by the time you are 30.
If you have a child you wish to remove any hope of the future, repeat this to them constantly. I lost all ambitions but for pleasure and carnal habits. I maintained that I would only harm myself and put no one else in danger. I lived very true to that word.
It was a terrific self fulfilling prophecy. Sure I kept the appointments. Hell sure I got had to. Needed to make sure I was on the right course of self destruction. A lot of adventures that don't belong here, just let your imagination run wild.
My drinking had gotten out of control, the the point that in 9 years my daily drinking was great. Never a problem. In the latter half of the 9th year, I was arguing with myself that a drink in the morning was not a half bad idea. Let me also illustrate, I always had a job, never drank on the job, never late, stuff like that there. One must do what one must to be able to afford drinks.
I digress, it was at this point, the butcher said he wanted me to go for a TEE test for the heart. It was risky and such. I was in very very bad shape. The doctor who administered the test became my new doctor shortly afterwards. He dispelled many myths that my old doctor had told me. He saved my life. He allowed me to come out of the darkness and embrace life new again.
It has not been easy. I apparently was not aware of how many bridges I had indeed burned. However, life began anew. I am grateful. Became a member of life. Got a job. I reckon also was able to be at my mom's side through her darkest hours, to the end. For this I am grateful. It has been a great 11 or 12 years.
Somewhere after this I took a real job. It was I believe '98 or '99. Hell it even had days off with pay, and medical benefits. I had lost those somewhere. True to his nature my new doctor worked with me with that.
Mom passed in February of '05. I was grateful to my job. I was lucky enough to be with a crew that would allow me to leave in the middle of the day to get her to chemo and come back at night to finish. Stuff like that.
Chapter:1
Health benefits. Do any of us really understand these? From HMO to PPO? I knew enough from one of my jobs that HMO was not an option for me. So I always took the PPO.
Statements came and went, I glanced without a single understanding. It said this and that, deductible, what I owed, but seldom paid. Hell it didn't even have to be in English. This will now have to change. I am writing this as a work in progress. Because I am now lost. I am setting up a folder for all of this, along with questions. Oh I will ask and get answers, and I will share. The goal here isn't to teach anyone anything, except to stop and ask. I hope this helps.
October 8 '09: A scheduled stress test with my cardiologist. One of the first things the insurance woman comes to talk to me. I owe a certain amount that the insurance company wouldn't cover. I tell her I will speak about it to the doctor. I have paid off these before. I don't even make 28,000 in full year, it is always about paying things off. It is one of the downsides of the "fun-i don't like to say wasted-years before this doctor" I will never make what my contemporaries make, but they will never have had the fun I had.
During the tread mill my heart rate hit a mere 290. Not great. Immediately rushed back to the table. Sorry, there are 2 types of stress tests. One is for elderly or higher risks patients. It is an hours long test of shots and reactions and EKG's and ECHO's. The treadmill is a lot quicker. You do an EKG and an Echo before the test. Do what you can on the treadmill. Repeat EKG and Echo and the tests are compared.
Mine showed that my heart went into sever atrial fibrillation. After waiting in his office we spoke. He was concerned and wanted me to see an arrhythmia specialist. Someone he knows, he was going to send over the results, gave me the name and number. As we prepared to leave I mentioned the paper on top of the file and said I need to discuss payment options. He glared at me crumpled it and said you let me worry about this shit. That is a doctor ladies and gentleman.
Got home, broke the news. Let's just say they were stunned. Unfortunately I don't have a strong support system here, I am the support system and strong one hahaha. I should mention that I live in what was my mom's house with my sister and brother in law. Enough said.
I began the process by calling the arrhythmia specialists office. Typical, automated system, jump through hurdles, made the appointment. I am here fuzzy on the exact date of the appointment. I expect to find it. I believe the appointment was made for October 20th. Busy office, this gave me time to prepare.
A begining
I am starting this, because I found very little first hand information out there. Now I've no idea if anyone will find this or not. If they do I hope it helps. I will start the next entry with an introduction of myself and a slight background.
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